Keene

Keene was surrounded by rolling hills dressed in late-summer foliage, like a former fashion model clinging a little too hard to the past. The fields were full of corn with dried tassels waiting for the harvest, their papery leaves shivering in anticipation.

The town itself is a scattering of historic homes and barns along K-4. The cemetery sits near an aging church in the country a couple of miles west of town. 

Oh, and there’s also an info kiosk.