Alive and well.
Where on a starry night and in the middle of Summer you can dance with the descendants from this almost forgotten place of the American West.
Really not forgotten because of a catchy little tune
from the Movie "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid".
The open space in front of the old schoolhouse was the perfect place to film the now famous bicycle ride scene.
The marker announces "Killed by Indians April 2, 1866".
Gravestones are everywhere. Mounds of graves, unmarked, are everywhere.
I had the uneasy feeling that I was walking on their graves. In fact, I fell over that stone in front of the enclosed gravesite.
It's a lovely valley.
Brigham Young, the leader of the Mormon Church, sent his followers to this valley with the mandate to grow cotton.
My Friend and every day walking partner Lynn has added this interesting note about this charming little house:
It was actually my great, great Grandfather who built this house. My Grandfather was born and raised in Grafton. One of the sweet things about the house is the detail in the brick, especially the foundation. When they came to Grafton, of course it wasn't full of pastures and orchards as it is now, and I think he wanted something pretty for his wife in what must have seemed a God-forsaken place. To have taken the extra time to make that brick detail seems a lovely thing to me.
The house Lynn's great, great Grandfather built.
There it is on the left.
Many from the same family.
And did you know that Zion National Park is just a half hour drive down the road?
Wishing you a wonderful week.