Fall 2002
*On a recent documentary, I learned that those little circles you sometimes see in pictures--like the one in the above picture--are Spirits!! Or Ghosts, if you will. There is a group that goes to famous site of haunting and documents the ghosts--which always show up in pictures as those little bubbles! If this is actually true, you will be amazed at how many spirits were with us this weekend...
And we're off!! It's been a rough week, let's bust this Popsicle stand!
Can we fit any more people in this car?!
Shira: Let's take the scenic route!!
Dawn: We're lost, we're definitely lost.
Jen: Are you sure the car is going to make it up this hill?
Nicole: Oooh, it's kinda creepy in this woods...
Jill (cinema major): I think this is a major photo opportunity waiting to happen!
Hey, look: a tree!
There is definitely room for everyone. Oh, this is fun!
This large stick should do the trick!
SOOO CLEVER!!!
After that amusing diversion we make our way to the secret rendezvous spot--just in time for dinner.
Lup, lup: Apples with Caramel sauce and Bubba Cola!
All bundled up for a midnight boat ride on the lake.
(Apparently ghosts like boat rides too...)
Later that night...gettin' sleepy.
Sleeping on the floor has never been so much fun!
Minnie Mae: Hmm...Dawn appears to have left the premises for a bathroom break. I think I'll take advantage of her absence and steal her bed. Oh man! It's so cozy and warm!!
Dawn: Hiiii Minnie! What do you think you're doing in my bed?!?!
Minnie Mae: Please Dawn? Pleeeeeaazzze?? (puppy dog eyes)
Jen laughs at the dog--who was so relaxed on Dawn's bed that she didn't wake up in time to catch the MOUSE that ran through Dawn's hair in the middle of the night!! What kind of a watch dog are you?!?!
We decide to go for another excursion and happen upon a red bridge leading into a murky forest...da da duumm.
We discover a hand carved sign that looks like the letters have been painted with blood!!! It reads:
"To him who in the love of Nature holds communion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language: for his gayer hours she has a voice of gladness, a smile and eloquence of beauty; and she glides into his darker musings, with a mild and healing sympathy, that steals away their sharpness, ere he is aware......So live that when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan which moves to that mysterious realm, where each shall take his place in the silent halls of death, thou go, not like the guarry-slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis: Wm. C. Bryant
and a cemetery
An old, forgotten cemetery in the middle of nowhere.
What sleuths! Look out Charlie's Angels!
Weird--A house... on stilts... in the middle of a field... at the top of a mountain.
Home again, home again, jiggidy jug.