Lynn and I got married in Elgin IL in 2012. We inherited her mother’s 1989 Buick and decided to drive it back home to Nevada. On the I-80 through Nebraska, we spotted a wooden church spire with cross, peeking out over some overgrown hedges. I took the next exit and when we found where we thought it would be, the place was all fenced and gated with a sign that said No Trespassing. You couldn’t see anything from the road. I was ready to get back on the freeway when Lynn said she couldn’t believe I would give up that easily. “But it’s posted”, was my lame excuse.
“Give me your camera,” she said and, when I did, she climbed over the gate and disappeared. She was gone about a half hour and I thought, what dumb luck to lose your wife a week after getting married. But she did reappear and showed me on the rear screen of the Canon the photos she took. Not bad. And she was right, I couldn’t give up so easily. So I went in and she waited by the car. It was maybe a half mile back from the road, through tall knee high grass and weeds. There was an old wooden schoolhouse next to the church. You couldn’t get into the school as it was stuffed full of wood and boxes and junk. But the church, though vandalized, was a bit easier to navigate.
I had read somehwere that when you set a scene in a book or movie, you start wide, then go in closer and closer. So now that I’ve set the scene, here’s closer:
I hope you’ve enjoyed this little trespassing stroll down memory lane.