August days in Colorado could be hot and exhausting. The sun's heat is streaming down and people could barely handle it. So one Sunday we just jumped into the car and drove four or five thousand feet up to Central City.
I like Central City, it's close enough and it's always 10-20 degrees cooler compared to downhills. So soon enough we were enjoying the fresh breeze and old weaving streets of this hundred and fifty years old town. And we cannot help not going to the place we like the most - the Cemetery. The old cemetery... or the new cemetery. Stop. Don't let me confuse you and let me explain... It is an old cemetery, cuz it was mostly used during the first half of the twenty century. And it is a new cemetery, cuz it is the youngest of all four or five cemeteries in the Central City and Black Hawk area. See, it is both - old and new.

