Pile of rocks under an old sagebrush. Wooden cross with no markings visible. Faded white paint likely not as old as the grave.

Some sage can live as long as 70-100 years. This one's not young but not dying either.

I've been known to just wander off through the brush - no paths, no hint of a trail. Tracks of jackrabbits, coyotes, fox perhaps - other small creatures ... but no obvious evidence of man. Even so, "objects" can be found - rarely, often only shards of now-purple glass (which is due to manganese in the glass and usually dates from the 1880s to pre-WWI), maybe pieces of ceramic plate, a few nails ... and even more rarely, a grave marked only by a rectangular pile of sun-aged rocks. Even more rarely, a grave with a marker.

I forget where I found this grave. There were no markings but the cross was relatively new as indicated by paint remnants and minimal weathering of the wood.

Someone knew ...

But I didn't.

So I took the photo and travelled on.

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