I do love Mendocino.
The sheer ruralness of this town has kept it pristine in many ways. The town is a quirky seaside Victorian village with stunning ocean bluffs and unparalleled scenic beauty. Overall it has a very New England feel to it.
However, having said that, it is also the same place I would go for inspiration if I suddenly had to write a horror film. It is that eerie here. Very Alfred Hitchcock-ish at every turn.
It’s rarely sunny (except for today). The weather changes on a moments notice and the fog comes rolling in out of nowhere. It blows briskly up the rugged ocean cliffs and sits heavily all over town. The type of fog where you can’t see ten feet in front of you as the ocean buoys call out, moaning in the distance.
Scary and ghost-like is what comes to mind.
What doesn’t help matters is the hilltop cemetery on the side of this little town. The cemetery is old and the headstones have a stereotypical haunted-cemetery look.
Everytime we are in town I have avoided this graveyard at all costs, mostly because of the thick fog which makes the fright factor so high. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps and chills.
But today it was perfectly sunny and a beautiful sixty degrees.
As I walked by the cemetery on my afternoon mocha run, I found myself stepping over the low fence that surrounds this old graveyard. I was fascinated and interested in those that rest there in peace. It was serene and calm. Not haunted and frightening as I always had imagined.
I think it’s the old style of these gravestones that always spooked me. You never see these at modern cemeteries anymore. Aren’t they cool?
I love this shot. It is very peaceful in its own way.
I was surprised at the detail of some of these grave markers even though they were over a hundred years old.
I believe this was a family from Ireland.
Some of the markers were extremely simple, with nothing on them to distinguish them from anyone else.
Many of the stones actually listed the cause of death. Does this mean he was drowned on purpose? Because that’s what it sounds like.
This stone was broken and left on the ground. I’m sure there is no family around to care for these old plots.
I was also moved by many of the child graves (and some adult ones) listing the amount of years, months and days they had lived. For me this showed each moment alive was precious. I had never seen this before.
Another very young wife. Everyone died so young back then.
Sometimes I just liked the name.
This grave was only about twelve years old but put a smile on my face. I’m not sure what all the coffee cups mean but I’d like to hope they have been left by friends who have stopped by to have a cup of joe with the deceased. I find this very heart-warming.
No words on this stone just the infinity symbol. How fitting wouldn’t you say?
This post was not meant to be cryptic in any way but to show the uniqueness of such a place. I will no longer cast off old cemeteries as frightening places to visit. Overall, it was unbelievably peaceful.