We heard news of a giant sand worm on the beach and took the necessary precautions by standing on a rock and not directly in the sand. Hey, we saw Tremors too.
But that rumor was quashed when we discovered that it was started by a ten year old who had seen one too many movies. His mother was just delighted to know her son was the responsible party. The boy also claimed that there were sharks spotted in the lake and I had to remind Susceptible Sammy, as I often call him, that the Great Lakes aren't saltwater and they're shark-free. My poor impressionable brother still wanted to avoid the water, so we just relaxed on the beach. And it's about time too! I was wondering when we'd ever hit the beach on a case!
Sam fell asleep and I couldn't resist the temptation of burying him. Sometimes you just make it too easy, Sammy!
The cabin we slept in only had one bed, which isn't a big deal, per se, but when you're sharing it with the Jolly Green Giant, it could potentially cause some problems. Like waking up with a giant elbow in your spine or having your right leg fall asleep from the weight of a massive thigh crushing it. Next time, we'll rock-paper-scissors the bed and the other can sleep on the floor. (FYI Sammy, I'm "not" choosing scissors next time)
Here we are at the Old Bailey Schoolhouse...the source of creepy phenomenon in Harrisville. Or at least that was what our source claimed. (Our source that was not a ten year old boy) We did some investigating, looked around and poked our noses where they didn't belong and came up with bupkis. There was no haunting there in the old school nor was it a hotspot for paranormal activity. It was just a rickety old school that should've been torn down years ago, surrounded by poison ivy. Which, by the way, is not fun to have on the palm of your hand.
Of course, the poison ivy could've been the reason behind this sign....
We decided (after a crap-load of calamine lotion), to head back to the beach and walk up the coastline. What do we find, but a lighthouse. Sammy's never seen one in person before, so I agreed to make a detour and let my younger brother get his geek on. Coincidentally, there happened to be a genuine case here at the light house. The ghost of an old lighthouse keeper was shoving people to their deaths. Well after a quick S&B (salt and burn, for those of you who haven't taken the Hunters 101 course) of the bones that were conveniently right there on site, the ghost was put to rest and people could return to visiting the lighthouse without fear of being pushed to the bottom. So with the ghost vanquished, me and my brother returned to our expedition around the grounds.
Whose selfie do you think is better?
Naturally, when the Winchesters see a sign that says "keep off" or "stay out", instinct asks "what are they hiding" and before you know it, we're doing the opposite of what the sign says. Ok, maybe it's just me who sees a "keep out" sign and runs into the area anyways. But as you can see, Sammy isn't too far behind me. Now he'll claim it's to keep me out of trouble or to keep an eye on me, but deep down, he knows he's curious too. And stubborn.
This is Sammy on the wreckage of a ship that had washed ashore. I warned him "no Titanic moments", but did he listen? No, he did not. And his shoulder paid the price for his "I'm king of the world" impression. No means no, Sam.
All and all, Harrisville had its moments, as well as its busts. But with a view like this, it definitely had more moments than busts. Wouldn't you agree?
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