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Field Trip: Comet Lodge Cemetery

I knew about Comet Lodge, but I don't know if I ever would have visited if it didn't come visit me first.  If you're not a regular reader, to recap: I found a tombstone from Comet Lodge when I was taking a walk one day.  Nonsense ensued and I accomplished nothing.  You can read more about that here, here, here, here, and here.

So enjoy the pictures, take a trip down the rabbit hole with the links, and don't worry; I'll soon find another strange quest to embark on.


Location: 2100 S Graham St, Seattle, WA 98108
Tips: Wear waterproof boots unless you want wet feet.

History: Comet Lodge Cemetery was founded in 1895, but it has been used as a cemetery prior to that date by the Duwamish.  Over the years its been forgotten about, eaten by blackberries, bulldozed, desecrated, and rehabilitated.  It is not currently an active cemetery and functions more as a very strange park.
Links:
Comet Lodge Cemetery A Century In Limbo
Midbeaconhill.blogspot.com
http://www.dailyuw.com

This stone was broken off from the base.


These lovely stairs led to an empty space.



A very mossy stone.

Yes, those are tombstones

No, the weird white haze isn't ghosts.  At least I don't think so . . .

I was surprised by how large Comet Lodge is

Where are all the stones?




You've scrolled this far, why not check out some of my other writing?
She was in the middle of texting when Jose grabbed her wrist.  “Okay Charlotte, who is your friend and when do I get to meet them?”
“Didn't we already have this conversation?” Charlotte yanked her arm back.
Jose started to shake his head, then paused, “Wait, is this your spirit mate?”
“Please stop saying that, and yes,” Charlotte turned her attention back to her watch, only to find it missing from her wrist.  
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