Gism Butter

Tue, 30 Mar 2004

F'real

So we slunk along towards the front gate at the urging of V who said "Arrrr so they catch us? They'll just walk us out and say off with ya!" Though, in reality, she didn't actually say it like a pirate. Well, we walked along until we started seeing his headlight sup behind us in the hills. So Jen, V, and I ducked under a small tree and huddled to make ourselves look like sticks, berries, and leaves. It must have worked, because despite our constant chatter, twitching, and fidgetting, and in spite of the guard's three passes not more than 40 feet from us, he eventually left the graveyard.

But he just sat in his car on the other side of the fence. Waiting. Listening to the radio or some such thing. As soon as he exited, another car was waiting and the guard walked over to talk through the gate with the unknown other person. I am convinced this other car was a cop, but V's not so sure, and she has much better eyesight than I do.

So the ladies lay under the tree, watching, watching, waiting, shivering with cold. I finally got up and walked back into the graveyard to piss. When I returned, from quite a great length no less -- we determined that it was safe to walk on. We had to find another way out. Esspecially because the guard didn't seem to be moving away from the gate.

We walked the perimeter of this giant graveyard. I have no idea how large it is, but we spent two hours searching for a break in the fence. When we finally did get down to a decent spot, it was still way up in the hills on Broadway Terrace. V and Jen took a little bit to climb the barbed wire fence at the bottom of the hill. Jen even had to take her shoes off to get footholds. But we all made it over. When we first arrived at the bottom of the hill, however, a young woman with thick dreads was walking along the opposite side of the road near the gas station, and V and Jen hid. I just laughed at them and climbe dthe fence to taunt them from the other side.

The walk home from there was very long. But it was quiet and fun.

The following day, we drove through the graveyard in daylight. At the top of the hill across from a Jewish section on a descending hill, we found a work area that was off limits to the public, though it was not locked. We found broken headstones and the concrete boxes they place cofins in before they cover the holes.

The rest of the photos from this weekend are here.