After eating our fill, we drove around Braselton and Hoschton for a few minutes but didn't find anyplace that looked worth stopping to take pictures. I drove north, more or less arbitrarily, on U.S. 129 until we got to Pendergrass, which was also fairly dead, at least as far as creating small town art is concerned. However, we did find the Pendergrass Baptist Church and the cemetery behind it (I'm not sure if the cemetery is really connected to the church or not), and Jessica suggested we take pictures there. So we did.
Here are some of the pictures I took:
(This was on the front door, I assume because Valentine's Day was just a couple of days ago.)
(Jessica spent a lot of the time we were there righting overturned vases and putting plastic flowers back in their pots.)
