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The Haunted Outhouse

2010-08-29

tl;dr: The cabin in Park Falls is good for relaxing, critter watching and nocturnal phantasmal defecation.

I spent the weekend at the cabin in Park Falls WI. I did a little kayaking, a little walking, a little reading. But mostly I fed mosquitoes.

My trail cam finally got some exercise.





Saturday it was quite warm and the cabin, lacking central air as it does, heated up magnificently. I elected to sleep in my hammock, which I strapped between one of the meat poles and the roof rack on my van. The meat poles are close to the outhouse (a double-seater, btw). I slept pretty good, waking up occasionally to check for bears in the yard. I also woke up every time there were noises in the outhouse; not un-expected events as there were four other guys at the cabin. However, after hearing the outhouse door close as its occupant exited, I watched the only two doors to the cabin to see somebody return. Nobody did. This happened two or three times: Outhouse noises, door exit, then nobody. I was a little creeped out. Because the hammock wouldn’t stay level (tying to a roof rack just isn’t a good idea) and because the cabin had probably cooled down and because there were apparently ghosts using the outhouse, I went back inside to sleep.

Sam


Jerry and Binger setting up the Forty Bait

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