far away fridays

We traveled a big loop on Route 66 a few years back. One of the places we stopped was Grafton, Utah. It was quite literally a ghost town, as we were the only ones there. We explored all the buildings and cemetery and I thought it was kind of an intriguing place. Most of the grave markers that were legible read “Killed by Indians”. There was an unbelievable amount of dead flies in the church, and why I would remember that I don’t know...we just thought it was eerie. The ground there is made of rich red clay and it was wet that day, so at one point our SUV was sliding around pretty good when my husband made us all get out for safety’s sake and while he got us out of that mess, the kids and I walked up the road out of the way and laying in the wet clay my daughter found a hand-forged bolt that had surfaced from the days when people lived there. I have always been fascinated with the history behind things. I think I am curious about how we are all linked mysteriously to the past and the stories (and places) that survive give us a little insight into the lifestyles that are lost…bits and pieces of our heritage. For more background and information on Grafton, Utah...click here.