Over the river and through the graves.

As previously stated, I work near the Charles River Reservation. Not previously stated, because before yesterday was not known, is that also near the Charles River Reservation is a cemetery. A really big cemetery. I looked out across the river yesterday on my lunch hour walk, expecting to see some meadow across the way, and some geese and ducks playing on the water. There were geese and ducks. There was also one of the biggest cemeteries I've seen, hiding apparently behind the cover of the leaves that have only now fallen enough to catch a glimpse. It was one of those "Huh. Wasn't expecting that one" moments.

And now I understand why the area is called Purgatory Cove. No lie. This is the name.

Awesome.