In February 2015, my friend Leigh and I planned a trip to San Miguel. Enroute, I wanted to stop at the cemetery in San Lucas after Terry DeLapp told me how beautiful the view was, and then after checking out the cemetery, I wanted to drive the Cattleman Road to San Ardo. The cemetery was a private one and had some old graves - people who had died in 1860+. There were French, Swedish, English and possibly German graves - then Italian and the newest were mostly Latino. There was a varying degree of care - some abandoned, one looked like it was sinking. One area was filled with some wonderful flamboyant Latino graves with all sorts of commemorative stuff - Easter eggs surprised me, but maybe they shouldn’t have, carved bears, an oversized Oakland Raiders’ helmet. One Latino grave was very elaborate in a “garden” with a low fence. The Virgin de Guadaloupe was there and a glass case/vitrinewith objects like a miniature ‘cabinet of curiosities’. We were on a hill looking west all the way across the valley toward the Sta. Lucias with the river on the opposite side of the valley. The sun periodically picked through the clouds and intense green patches of land appeared across the valley. The cemetery was on a slight rise, but one thing I’ve noticed is that even a little elevation can change your view. It began to drizzle and after wandering through graves for about 40 minutes we headed off to San Ardo via Cattleman Rd.