This creepy little schoolhouse is next to the cemetery. It was our original destination. When I went country driving a few days ago I didn't stop here because I was a baby and there were people in view.
The walnut tree wanted to kill us. It was dead silent in the cemetery except for locusts, which Hoosiers can pretty well tune out. Every once in awhile we'd hear a loud thump and look around. Walnuts were falling from this tree and could have easily knocked us out.
Most of the gravestones had indistinguishable writing due to weathering and age, but the ones that did were interesting to read.
My mom and I decided we're going to come back after the first frost when it's bug free and bring paper for etchings. Like cool kids.