We had one of those EXPERIENCES when we went to a cemetery in WV. They told us to go in on the farm road and follow it back and on up the hill. We drove back and came to a closed iron gate. So we turned around and went back to a barn where some actual people were and explained to them what we were looking for. He proceeds to tell me to just open the gate and keep going. I'm concerned about his cows coming out (they're all standing by this gate) so he assures me that they won't come over that roller thingy. So we made it past there and started up this hill that didn't have a road that we could tell. Half way up it got so steep that I felt like the car was going to tip over backwards. I told my daughter to just stop right there and we would walk the rest of the way. We did and it was wonderful on top. Made sure we did a video. So my daughter decides to start back down so she could take her time while I was still looking. I start down and find her sitting in the grass??? She tells me that the cows are "Coming 'round the mountain" apparently to eat and we have to wait for the herd to pass. I was thrilled to just make it back to a hard-surfaced road. I do plan on getting to Huntingdon Co. this year to drive around the lake where my husband's Corbins & Ridenours lived. I have heard that the Corbin Cemetery is on that Ridge and accessible only on foot so I don't think I wll try that. After thinking of the experiences that we have finding these cemeteries I always appreciate this: "DEAR ANCESTOR" Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone. The name and dates are chiseled out on polished marble stone, It reaches out to all who care, it is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist; you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled so long ago Spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you knew That someday I would find the spot, and come and visit you. (Author Unknown) Happy hunting, Doris Snyder