The lake was calling me, this week. No. Not that lake. No… uhm… no, not any sane lake within reasonable driving distance. I mean Rathbun Lake, which is a solid 3/4 of a state away. Did I mention I made the trip there and back in a day?
Well, it’s something new, and we’ve been having lake weather lately.
And this is beautiful country. Wide-open sky with perfect, fluffy clouds, and lots of it.
So, without further ado, I give you the Tiny Flock Chapel. It’s an independently owned and operated chapel/rest area/cemetery (cemetery sold separately) in Plano Iowa. Baptist-ish, I think.
It’s about the size of my garden shed, and nicely maintained. There’s a cross on top, but I wasn’t paying enough attention to my frame to get it all in. (And by the way, do you see what I mean about the Iowa sky?)
I’m not the biggest fan of small spaces, so I pretty much took one snoopy lap, and went back outside. (Don’t expect a tiny-church road trip any time soon.)
It’s one of those faith in humanity places. Not locked. Not supervised… and yet, here it is. Completely intact, and as far as I can tell, the way it has been since the beginning. No graffiti. No vandalism of any kind that I could see. And clean as a whistle. No candy wrappers or cigarette butts, thank you very much.