To one side were memorials for deceased loved ones that people had created and put along the fence, looking to the northeast.
I don't know the story of this memorial. Since some crosses lashed to the fence were also for pets, it seemed clear that the people, of all different ages and origins, had not died here; this was not a highway memorial. Perhaps their ashes had been scattered here. The inscriptions told of the bittersweet loss of those we love, our pain mixed with the joy of having had them and our deep gratitude and reverence for their life.