Wrong Turn

One of the perils of driving a tractor trailer in the NorthEast is that the roads are TINY.

These roads were made for much smaller vehicles (think horse and cart here).  

The Interstates are good and most of the US highways are useable, but certainly not all.

We made a wrong turn in Pennsylvania and ended up on an extremely iffy, narrow roadway.

As we were paused and figuring out where we were going and what our plan might be,

I looked out the window and saw this . . . 

Just sitting there in a row between two houses.  I couldn't get out and get up close, but the stones were very thin and fragile looking.

This one reads:

In memory of 

Susannah Hartzel

Consort of Gen. Hartzel

was born Nov. 15, 1795

and departed this life

July 25th 1834

Aged 40 years

8 months

and 10 days

I found it interesting that she was listed as a "consort" instead of a wife.  I also noticed that all of the headstones in the row listed the departed's age fully in years, months and days.

Hauntingly beautiful in the cold snowy landscape of Pennsylvania.