My father-in-law wanted to be put to rest in a place where he made so many happy memories. Canelo Hills is that place. His stone lies there, in the Black Oak Cemetery. On the drive out there a few weeks ago to visit his site, I couldn't help but take some pictures of the gorgeous countryside. There's an old schoolhouse that looks like an old folk art painting. The mountains in the distance are breathtaking and the hills that hold yucca cactus and mesquite trees are a beautiful site. The artsy, rustic mailboxes that line the side of some ranch property really left an impression in my soul. Their character tells such a quaint story of wide open spaces, desert charm and the simple, but incredible man that was my father-in-law.