Sunday, March 27, 2011

our church, built on an old indian burial ground

i attempted to get the view of the city - fail
as my friend cheryl pointed out, my pregnancy has caused
my photography skills to wane
okay, i'm not 100% sure that our church was build on an old indian burial ground, but it is for sure build dangerously close to some kind of burial ground. a few weeks ago i convinced justin to go on a mini-hike with me. he was quite hesitant because that's how benjamin linus' mother went into pre-term labor, but she was 7 months along and i'm barely 4, so i was about 54% sure i wouldn't [as you can see, i'm a numbers kind of gal].

it was a once-in-a-blue-moon beautiful day in carson where the weather was upwards of 40 degrees so we sought out the hill besides our church. i've seen the trail for quite some time and wanted to navigate it. justin is not much of a hiker but i convinced him with my womanly ways. the hike was easy enough and pretty worn- we saw some craziness. like a 10x20 fenced off section of hill that was presumably guarding nothing. a huge pile of burned pots or canteens or something. and snow - which inspired this act of love

on our way down we noticed that at the bottom of the hill were some headstones. let me help you visualize this scene - our church is on a hill at the base of a mountain. on the bottom of the hill are houses that back up to the mountain. at the armpit of this [5 feet from people's back yards and 20 feet from our church] were some creepy headstones. granted they were old, maybe it was from carson's first graveyard. either way, kinda an ominous spot for a church right?
herrreee's the view





oh and i got in a cage. as with most 'tales from a zobrist childhood', i've got some unresolved issues. i think this one stems from the time anna & i were locked in our new chicken coop [i was about 6 or 7ish] and my dad made us sleep in there all night. with the chickens. anna even let one of them sleep in her sleeping bag. so ya, let's blame my dad.

i'm the one in the front 
i don't get this cage's purpose and why it was on the hiking trail
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2 comments:

KinderTeach said...

You girls slept with the chickens quite often. I think only the first time was it an actual punishment. The other times you guys wanted to

Sam and Caitlin Tappana said...

I am sure hankering to go on a hike now. Did you bag a delicous mountain lion? Or a billy goat? Mmmm....my prego mouth is watering.

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