From the road, it looked like an old metal crib frame, so I thought maybe it was a baby's grave. We had to stop and check it out. Up close, you can tell it's not a crib at all. It's bigger and far scarier looking with those spikes. The only thing I could make out on the stone was "Daughter of..." Maybe she snuck out her window at night once too many, hmmm?
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
While I was camping...
We did some sightseeing. This is one of the things I saw:
From the road, it looked like an old metal crib frame, so I thought maybe it was a baby's grave. We had to stop and check it out. Up close, you can tell it's not a crib at all. It's bigger and far scarier looking with those spikes. The only thing I could make out on the stone was "Daughter of..." Maybe she snuck out her window at night once too many, hmmm?
From the road, it looked like an old metal crib frame, so I thought maybe it was a baby's grave. We had to stop and check it out. Up close, you can tell it's not a crib at all. It's bigger and far scarier looking with those spikes. The only thing I could make out on the stone was "Daughter of..." Maybe she snuck out her window at night once too many, hmmm?
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