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From the beginning of my backroad adventures in 1985, covering thousands of mountain miles, I’ve been keenly watchful for the perfect resting place when my journeys end. A heritage road, a country church with small graveyard, a sense of generations, a feeling of continuity and familiarity. Dozens of sites have spoken loudly. And, I wish there were better field notes. Then, however, it was only a distant prospect, a vague idea for serious consideration later.
Two weeks ago an old friend and I were riding along Woodrow Road in Pocahontas County, a ride we’ve shared many times over the years, recalling this and that, and comparing retirement concerns. From habit, I pulled over at White’s Chapel, a favorite spot of mine, and paused for a photograph. We strolled thru the small graveyard with one hundred year old headstones and field stones without names. Without warning the distant prospect became immediate. The vague idea became real. The resting could be here. A sense of relief and calm swept over me. If my ashes were discretely sprinkled in this place, it would be a good thing.
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© d101115-004 White’s Chapel
Cr 17, Woodrow Road
Pocahontas County, West Virginia
Monday 15 November 2010
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