You Go Girl #2, Cheri, looked at me and said, "Right! Look how long that fence is!" So we walked the fence. Girl #2 was wearing her hoodie and head band. I kept telling her to tighten the hood. She kept hollering that she should have brought her ear muffs. Ear muffs in May? And she wears furry, brown ear muffs! As we would walk a few yards she would grumble that she'd have an ear ache because she didn't wear her ear muffs. Thank goodness they were at home.
Eventually we decided to look at the map of the cemetery at the caretaker's building. That's usually a good idea, particularly when there is a long fence. Sure enough, we located the Moores and counted off the rows so we could locate their graves. Walk, count, grumble about the ear muffs ... no graves for the Moores. Back to the map, count it off again.
Finally we located the caretaker who informed us that in order to use the map you have to turn sideways and stand on your head. Going the opposite direction, we located their graves. They were about three rows west of the fence. That's how my memory works!
The two of us are going to Salt Lake City in a month. I suspect somewhere in all of her luggage she will have those furry, brown ear muffs ... just in case ... rain, wind, cold. Might as well go prepared!
Girl #1 .... Ruby