Sunday Afternoon Trip To Palmetto

Just felt like a ride today so I went over the Skyway and drove around Palmetto for a while. Not too far from the dog pound is this cemetery. I don't know the name of it, but Hard-Scrabble might be appropriate.

It is a very unattractive piece of ground. Those who live up North are certainly used to lush green grass and nice landscaping. Here there is sanely soil with vegetation more akin to weeds than grass. If dying is bad enough you have to endure resting in this place.

I think I'd rather be in Philadelphia, as W.C. once exclaimed as his epitaph. Looking at this place, me, too.

This is a home-made canopy to protect it from, well, whatever. It never rains so must be the harsh sun. A little shade for the plot.

Here is a homemade cross made out of PVC pipe. Classy.

Some of the older plots and perhaps more well-to-do have these cement slabs, apparently to keep animals from digging at the remains.

Cemeteries down here certainly do have the slabs, something Northern plots do not have.

It is a little creepy, but, I suppose, it's what ever you are used to.

A well cared for plot, if a little gaudy.

Once back on the road, these birds lined up along the Bay ready for a snack.

The majestic Skyway.

Nice day, and it even rained on me. Just like home.

Waders fishing.

I might not be brave enough to go too far into the Bay.

A freighter heading to Tampa. That's St. Petersburg in the distance.

A rain spout, and it did rain on me. Only time that's ever happened down here.

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