National Park After Dark - Trail Tales 68

Episode Date: April 24, 2025

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Hello, hello. It's good to be back. I'm excited for today's episode. Thank you all for continuing to write in all the time. If you are interested in being featured on the show, you can go over to our website and p.addpodcast.com, write in a submission. It can be anything, hopefully somewhat related to the outdoors or something spooky, but if you think it's interesting and we want to hear about it, you're probably right. You should tell us. Okay. Well, on that note, my first story, let me look at my first.

My first story does have to do with the outdoors, so. So, just fine. Oh, we're at an impasse. I'm going to go first this week, I guess. I would love for you to go first. I'm ready. Okay. Oh, me.

The title of my first story is, don't fuck with trains. Hi, Danielle and Cassie. I'm a big fan of the podcast, but wanted to shout out my girlfriend, Maddie, and her friends Mariah and Leah, or Maria. Maria, Maria, and Leah, as they are also obsessed. I also wanted to surprise them with a trail tale of my own. A few years ago, I was returning from a family reunion camping trip and had a long, daunting drive ahead of me, essentially across the entire province of British Columbia.

A few hours into the drive, it was time for me and my fur baby Toby, a 100-pound Roddy lab mix, to take a break and stretch our legs. We were in Camloops, BC, and a quick scan of all trails found. many nearby hikes. I settled on one called Battle Bluff Trail in Lock Du Bois, Lock Du Bois Grasslands Protected Area, which promised great views and appeared to be the perfect length before we had to continue on our way. The hike was relatively simple, but was brutally hot, with no opportunities for shade. However, once we got to the viewpoint, we were rewarded with a stunning view of Camloops Lake, 300 meters below us. After a quick break to have a snack, drink some water, and take in the views,

it was time to head back. I wasn't stoked to go back the way we came, definitely prefer to do loop hikes. So I made the decision to scramble down to the lake, have a swim, and then walk the shoreline back to the road and to my truck. And that was a big mistake. There was no formal trail down to the lake, and we ended up sliding down scree slopes right down to the water's edge. I got my boots full of gravel, and Toby got many cactus spines stuck in his paws, but we finally made it. Oh, cactus. I have whiplash from last episode with the cactus spikes. I'll never forget that story.

I removed the cactus from Toby's paws, and we both immediately jumped in the lake to swim and cool off. After swimming for a bit, it was time to walk the shoreline back to the truck and continue on our road trip. Rather than walk the shoreline, we decided it was easier to walk along the train tracks that paralleled the shore, and we were making good progress until suddenly we came to a tunnel. We had three options. One, hike back up to the bluffs and follow the trail. I vetoed this option because I did not want to hike uphill in the blistering sun and subject poor Toby to more cactus spines.

Number two, swim around the cliff the tunnel went through. I also videoed this option as I didn't want to change my clothes again and plus Toby wasn't actually the greatest swimmer. Thank you for thinking of your dog. So this left option three. hike through the train tunnel. I stopped and pressed my ear to the track and heard nothing or sensed any vibrations, so I determined we should be good to go. We hadn't heard or seen any trains all day long, so I assumed the railway wasn't that busy. We went slowly through the tunnel as we quickly became enveloped with darkness and couldn't see anything. Feeling my way, we kept progressing and at one point could not see light from either end of the tunnel. Finally, a light did appear, but it appeared. behind us. What the hell? If anything, we should be reaching the end of the tunnel and eventually see light in front of us. So what could possibly be this light behind us? Oh, fuck. A train. How hadn't we

heard it? I instantly bolted, thinking the tunnel must be over soon and called to Toby encouraging him to follow. Around one bend and the light at the end of the tunnel appeared. We were close. We were going to make it. The conductor must have seen us at this point and blew his whistle and started applying the brakes. The noise was dreadful and must have been ear splitting for poor Toby, but at least they were slowing down and giving us some more time. I cleared the train tunnel and jumped aside, but where was Toby? I peered back in the tunnel and he was nonchalantly trotting along. Run, Toby, run! He must have been so tired from his hike and heat drained because he wasn't running. He wasn't going to make it. In that instance, I knew I had to act. I ran back into the tunnel,

scooped Toby up and slammed our bodies against the tunnel wall, sandwiching my 100-pound dog between myself and the wall, and hoped there was enough clearance to not be struck by the train. Seconds later, the first train car whipped by, and it was going a bit slower now. Phew, we may make it out of this one alive, but suddenly, I felt a tug. The straps of my backpack got caught on the train and were sucking me in. Thankfully, I was able to quickly remove my backpack with one of the first. arm and ditched it. I listened as the wheels of the train rolled over my backpack, destroying it and all

the contents inside of it. Just glad that wasn't us. It felt like an eternity and my arms were getting weak from simultaneously holding Toby against the wall and covering his ears from the awful sounds, but finally the train stopped. The train had stopped in the tunnel and we picked our way past the stop train cars to the outside of the tunnel. We emerged in the light and I had never been so grateful to be alive. The moment was short-lived as we started to hear voices yelling and screaming at us, and they were pissed. Oh shit, I jumped back in the lake and swam out of sight. I managed to blurt out we're okay, but I wasn't about to turn myself in. Instead, we swam back the way we came, around the tunnel, probably the move we should have done in the first place, and emerged back where we had

began. The train was super long and protruding from the back end of the tunnel and seemed to stretch for miles behind us. At this point, I was hesitant to cross over the train so we backtracked and walked alongside the stop train for miles before the train ended and we were able to successfully cross. We then had to hike back up the scree and cactus slope anyways to reconnect with the original trail. When we finally made it back to the truck, we were tired and exhausted but alive. I have since encountered wolves and bears in the bush, but that train encounter was by far the scariest thing I have ever experienced. I have definitely learned my lesson and will never fuck with trains again. That experience also taught me a lot about myself. I am quick to act in the face of danger. I don't panic

and will always rush to help others, especially fur babies. Sadly, Toby has since passed away, but his spirit lives on in his baby brother Roy, who also seems to have a nonchalant attitude towards trains. In fact, Roy loves to. In fact, Roy loves to ride the tourist trolley. in our town. I've attached a photo of Roy on said trolley for a cuteness overload factor. Cheers, keep up the great work and always remember to enjoy the view, but watch your back. And oh yeah, don't fuck with trains. Brian. Oh, man. That gave me anxiety because as soon as they said that they hopped down and looked back and saw their dog not in a rush at all, I was like, oh my God, get your dog. But then at the same time,

I'm like, don't get, oh, what do you do? Like, my first, I think my first reaction would be obviously to run up and grab your dog. But then when they said they were smushed against the wall, like, did you just die for your dog? Even though they're writing. They're right. I would still like nervous for them. I think the scariest part is the backpack, like getting your backpack. Because if that train hadn't already began stopping and slowing down, I would have just ripped you off the wall.

Right. Yeah. A near-death experience. for sure a near-death experience and just shows that you're willing to risk your life for your dog which I think is beautiful and was really nice but yeah I don't think I would that was brave to go into a tunnel that you couldn't see the other end of I am I said this a lot in the podcast I'm a claustrophobic and I don't like small spaces but I also don't like spaces where I can't see the end and I don't know if I could have physically gone into a tunnel that I could

and see the other side of. I feel like I probably would have done it, especially given he was saying that, like, they hadn't heard anything all day. They hadn't seen it active. I probably, I probably would have ran, though. I would have put some hustle in. It's not even, it's not even the train part. I mean, I mean, that would definitely be in my mind, but I would just look at that tunnel and go, no, I don't know. Oh, I can't see. So I'm not doing it. I can't see. I don't know where the other end is. What's in this tunnel? It's pitch blacked out. I would be way more concerned about what was in that tunnel than the train, which obviously was the wrong answer because the train ended up being the problem. Even with a 100-pound dog with you, like as backup?

Okay. What is in there? I don't know. Dogs make me brave. Yeah. I guess they, you know, I do feel braver when I'm on the trail when I have dogs with me, but then when I really sit back and think about it, I'm like, what are they really going to do? What's Tucker going to do?

What's Tucker going to do? Actually, Tugger puts on, I think Tucker would be more likely to do anything than Ember. Because Tucker, when people come to the house that he doesn't know who they are, he puts on a really mean bark that I don't hear in any other circumstance. But Ember, she hears something loud and she hides behind me. She'd roll over and pee. She'd roll over and pee, yeah, which maybe would help. I'm not sure. So I'd be like, ew.

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And what else do you have to tell me today? What other stories are we going to hear? Right. I'm going to help tell them. My story is titled, My Sierra Nevada Mountain Protector, Nevada, Nevada. Nevada. It's Nevada. Nevada.

Nevada. My Sierra Nevada Mountain Protector. Don't make people mad at us, please. I'm not. It's, I'm truly, as soon as I said it, I was like, that's not the correct way. Hi, guys. I'm a newbie to your podcast. I started listening about a year ago

and you guys have been so fun to binge while my fiance and I go car camping, hiking, and backpacking. It's been amazing to find a podcast that combines my love for the outdoors with the eerie and unexplainable. And now I finally have a place to share my own spooky mountain tales.

I'm from Central Valley, California, the part of the state that most people forget exists. No beaches, no palm trees, just endless farmland, cattle, and citrus groves stretching out for miles. But what most people don't realize is that just beyond the orchards and heat waves, some of the most breathtaking mountains in the country

rise up like a hidden world. Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks were less than an hour for my hometown, and Yosemite was just under three. Growing up, I spent countless weekends and summers exploring these places from deep glacial valleys to high alpine lakes. The Sierra Nevada mountains were my backyard, my playground, and the place that has always felt most like home to my soul. My parents were avid backpackers and loved being outside, and my first camping trip happened when I was just two months old. I fully credit my absolute love for the mountains to my dad, who made sure that the wilderness was woven into my life from the very start. Our family has a family cabin built in the early 1900s in part of Sequoia National Park, called Mineral King, a secluded valley that can only be reached by a single lane, barely paved, 600-plus turn road that climbs deep into the mountains.

For as long as I can remember, my summers growing up revolved around that cabin. We'd escape the sweltering heat of the valley and spend weeks surrounded by peaks, crisp alpine air, and the constant hum of the river behind our cabin. My days were filled with hikes to the alpine lakes, fishing for trout, swimming in icy snow melt pools, and playing in the woods. It was a dreamlike childhood, one that shaped me in ways I still don't understand. But there was something else in those mountains, something unseen yet deeply. present. And I've had more than one experience that makes me believe Mineral King is not just a place

of beauty, but also one of spirits. So I hope you bear with me while I share a few stories, ones that have stuck with me over the years and still send chills down my spine. My first story takes place when I was seven years old. Before I begin, I just want to preface that I have always been a little witchy. It's something that's followed me into adulthood. Spirits have always made their presence known to me in ways I just sometimes can't explain. It was the late afternoon and my family had just returned to the cabin after an all-day hike to one of our favorite alpine lakes. We were all exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that settles into your bones after climbing switchbacks in the thin air. My parents immediately wanted to take a nap before dinner, but I, as young kids do,

suddenly had a second wind. I begged to go outside and play. Fine, but stay in the backyard, don't go wandering. Of course, what to do? did I do? I don't listen. I started out by playing Bambi in the backyard, running through the trees, pretending I was Bambi, leaping through the woods. But soon, I got curious. I crossed the river behind the cabin, and then, without realizing what I was doing, I went up into the woods. I didn't know these woods well yet. I wasn't old enough to recognize landmarks or navigate off trail like I can now as an adult. And suddenly it hit me. I was lost. Panic rose in my throat and my eyes started to burn. remember the gut feeling I had that I had no idea which way the cabin was. I remember turning in

circles, trying to retract my steps, but everything looked the same, just endless trees, rocks, and fading sunlight through the branches. And then I felt it. The unmistakable sensation of being watched, but it wasn't a bad feeling. I turned around and there she was. A little indigenous girl, about my age standing silently in the shadows of the trees a couple feet away. She was dressed in simple clothing, her dark hair hanging loosely past her shoulders. She just stood there, watching me. But instead of fear, I felt a strange, overwhelming calm. Without a word, she turned and began walking away. And I knew, I knew I was supposed to follow her. I trailed behind her and she weaved gracefully through the trees. I don't know how long I followed her, but I slowly started to hear the familiar hum of the river

and then it came into view. She stopped at the edge with the back of the cabin just beyond. I blinked, I blinked and she was gone. If she hadn't appeared, I would have never made it back. I would have wandered deeper, hopelessly lost in the Sudiera Nevada's. Who knows if I ever would have been found? And if I was, would I have been alive or dead? Even now, at almost 30, when I returned to Mineral King in the summer, I feel something I don't experience anywhere else.

It's not just peace, it's protection. Like something, someone, is watching me. I believe she still is. Mineral King is the only place my parents ever let me hike alone when I was in high school and my early college years. Maybe it's because we've been going there my whole life. Or maybe it's because it's so remote that the usual national park crowds don't make it up there. I've always loved my Mineral King solo hiking days. There's something about being completely alone in the wilderness that just makes me feel more like myself.

Just you, the trees, the wind whispering through the pines, and the rhythm of your footsteps as you climb into the mountains. I also loved my solo days because I would be on the devil's lettuce and there's nothing like being high in the mountains. On this particular September day in 2019, I was planning to do an eight-mile hike and then explore some off-trail areas to collect whatever trinkets the forest decided to leave for me. The trail was quiet, just the occasional wrestling of animals in the underbrush. After about three miles, I noticed a group of men coming down as I was coming up. Not unusual. Mineral King attracts hardcore backpackers and hikers. But still, as a woman alone in the wilderness, you always stay on alert. There were four of them. I felt it immediately that something was off, that the energy was wrong. Like a radio playing on a frequency that I wasn't supposed to hear. As I passed them, I made direct eye contact just long enough to assess. Do they seem friendly? Do they feel safe?

Their expressions were unreadable when most hikers you encounter on the trail are friendly. Two of them gave me the feeling, the one every woman knows. I kept my posture straight, my face unreadable. I may be less than five feet tall, but I know how to carry myself in ways that say, don't fuck with me. I have years of suppressed feminine rage that is waiting to come out. I hiked past them without breaking a stride. My sense is on high alert. After turning a couple bends on the trail and hiking for a little while, while turning around to make sure I wasn't being followed. I began to relax a bit, but that's when I heard a female voice out of nowhere, right behind me, say hide. I froze. The voice was clear as day. Firm, but not panicked. Just a simple commanding voice. I turned a slow circle. No one was there, just trees and now just silence, which is never a good thing when it goes silent. Then I heard it again. Hide now. This time it was sharper, urgent. I have always learned to trust my intuition when I feel energy shifts and just overall signs from the universe. I looked around and luckily there was a big section of thick thicket down the slope off the trail. I headed down making sure I didn't make too much of a noticeable

disturbance in the earth as I made my way down. I pushed my backpack into the thicket and then myself crouching low. My heart was hammering so hard I swore the whole forest could hear it. A minute later, I heard voices. Men's voices. I pressed myself closer to the ground, barely breathing. Through the gaps in the branches, I saw them coming up the trail. The same four men I had recently passed. They were walking slowly now, looking, with evil intention. They were ready for something. A cold wave of terror crashed over me, but I forced myself to stay still. I could hear them talking in a hush tones, but a few statements did reach my ears. Where did she go? There's no way she hiked that fast. Do we keep looking? Then, after a moment of silence, let's go. I just want to get home. They look. They look. They look. They

lingered, then slowly they turned and started their hike back down the trail. I waited and waited. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before the forest finally exhaled and tensions lifting just enough for me to breathe again. And then, just like before, I felt a presence. Not threatening, not terrifying, just a quiet, unseen watcher. I knew it was her, the same girl from the woods when I was seven. A deep sense of calm washed over me and I knew it was safe to move again. I slowly emerged from my hiding place, dusted off my clothes, and took a deep breath of pine-scented air. And then, I kept hiking because fuck those guys. They weren't going to ruin my day in the mountains. I had a pack of joints that deserved to be smoked with a sick-ass view at an alpine lake. I have no doubt in my

mind that my spirit guide, whatever you want to call her, save me that day. If I hadn't listened, if I had ignored that voice telling me to hide, I don't think I would be sharing this story with you. The spirit guide has continued to appear throughout my life. She has spoken to me in moments of danger, guided me out of bad situation, and even showed up in places far from Mineral King while hiking in Mammoth, Yosemite, and even the desert. But no matter where she appears, I feel her strongest in Mineral King. That place is her home, just as it is mine. And in a few months, I'll be marrying the love of my life at my family's cabin, the place where

she found me. I can't help but wonder, will she be there? watching over me once again. So if there's one thing I want people to know, especially the female listeners, it's this. Listen to your intuition. Trust your instincts. And sometimes the voices in the woods are the ones trying to save you. Thanks for reading this long-winded story and I hope you enjoyed it.

Always remember, enjoy the view, but watch your back. That should be a movie. Do you think? That story? Yeah. Like just this young girl and growing up with this. watch her, this protective spirit, just like moving through life with her. Like, I think that would be so cool. It's a really interesting story. And I feel like there's definitely validity of what you're saying here.

I mean, to have multiple experiences of this and then you have this really uneasy feeling of these people that you're with and then suddenly hear a voice clear as day saying hide. Yeah. I mean, that is definitely. There's something. There's something happening there. There's someone looking out for you. And that's so scary. I mean, I think that that's my worst fear out in the woods is to encounter something like that, especially as someone who enjoys solo hiking and to have someone to have that feeling and to have people out there with malicious intent like that. But I loved the end of that story where you said, fuck them. You know, I came out here to have a good day. I had plans and I'm not going to let this weird circumstance of these people who had bad intentions for me ruin that. And I really liked that sentiment to not be afraid and not let someone else ruin, ruin your plans in your day. Yeah, I loved it.

Had everything, all the workings of a good story. So thank you. Okay, my next one is also kind of in the same vein. Oh, no. I'm already scared. Why are you scared? You just said you love that story. This one's a little spookier, maybe.

Oh, I mean, I thought that was as spooky as it gets on a trail. Well, yeah, there were a scary element. This one is titled Ghost Sailor on the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. Hi guys, I discovered your podcast a couple weeks ago when I asked on Facebook if anyone had any favorites as I needed something new to binge. I've listened to you every day since and other than skipping the animal attack ones, which really aren't my thing, I've kept in line and I'm on episode 99, unfinished business in Crater Lake.

That's fair. Is it fair? Those are my favorite. I mean, they are also some of my. my favorite, but I can totally understand why. That's okay. I know people skip certain ones. Yeah.

Everyone has their own. A lot of people skip these. They're like, I don't want to hear these stories, which is fine, but you're missing out. Yeah. I mean, we're not telling them because you're listening. They're not listening. But these are some of my favorites, but they are missing out. I really enjoy the casual chit chat and shit talk between you two.

And it's obvious you have been friends for a long time and will stay so for a a long time to come. Oh, thank you. I've lived on the outer banks of North Carolina my entire life in the area that makes up the majority of the Cape Hatteras National Seashore, and while there is a huge amount of history here, like the lost colony and thousands of shipwrecks due to the sandbars, we really don't have that much paranormal stuff that goes on that I know of, other than my trail tale. I'm from a town called Avon near the middle of Hatteras Island, which was historically named Kinnaki and the island is extremely narrow, just three and a half miles at the widest point and just a few hundred feet at the narrowest. So the beach is close no matter where you are and we

of course spent a ton of time out there fishing, surfing, or just chilling. I don't know what it is, but I am, I'm hating, I love winter so much and I'm so over it right now and to hear stories of the beach and surfing right now are just like giving me life. I'm like, okay, that still exists. It's going to happen again. I'm going to be warm again one day. Well, it's so funny that I'm reading this right now and you just said that because this morning I was out on a walk with Chaska. And I was kind of having, it's, I mean, it's a nice spring day. It's, you know, in the 50s, it's sunny. It's not awful. I know, sorry. I apologize. It's 35 here, but I'm glad you're enjoying it. You chose to live up there. Don't come at me. But so I was out there and I was just thinking randomly. I'm like,

I don't, no one is stopping me from just going to Florida for a weekend and working on the beach. Why am I not doing that? It's true. No one is stopping you. You could do that. We could do this job from anywhere. I know, right? And I'm like, why didn't I, why am I not there right now doing that?

And then I thought of you and I'm like, we could just, because anytime we travel, we're doing it for work at this point. Like, we don't, together, I mean. Yeah. You know, so I'm like, why do, why are we not taking a beach office week? Yeah, it has a business expense. We have to work. We do have to work. And it's really hard in this cold climate.

And away from each other. People don't even understand. It's hard. It is hard. We live on our phones because we're always texting or calling each other because we're never together. Imagine the time we would save. Yeah. We deserve this.

So it's just a thought. Yeah. It's just a thought. Okay. Back to this. We'll get back to that off. Off air. Video and off air, but you're on to something.

I'm 46 years old, and the late 90s were a peak party time for me before I got into the long-term relationship part of my life. Me and my buddy Jason were attached at the hip for most of these years and would spend a lot of time out on the beach north of town where there is an 11-mile stretch of un inhabited park service land. Side note, we have made the top 10 best beaches in America list basically every year by a guy named Doctor. Beach. Wait, okay. Where is this going? Sounds like a credible resource. Oh my God. Okay. Hold on. So according to Dr. Beach, that list includes Florida and Hawaii, etc. So that's saying something. It is saying something. That is saying something. And North Carolina has beautiful beaches. Yeah. And South Carolina. It's like I don't know how much more we need to hear today about why we should go there.

If I ever heard a sign in my life, it was... This is it. This is it. Anyhow, one nice summer evening, Jason and I had met a couple of tourist girls and took them for a beach ride a few miles north of town on the beach for some stargazing and privacy where we got out and made a small bonfire. We sat and socialized for a bit and then I saw one of the girls peer at something over the fire looking south on the beach.

And when I looked over to see what she was staring at, I saw someone walking up to us. Again, this was about four or five miles north of town with nowhere in the direction this person was walking from to access the beach other than the ramp we took right outside of town. We were shocked to see anyone at all where we had parked, much less on foot. A few seconds later, the person came into view and it was an old man who looked to be in his late 60s or mid-70s with a long gray beard and some very old, no decals on them or anything, oil skins, which are what sailors used to wear back in the day. as rain gear. He was also dripping wet. Like he'd just been in a torrential downpour or of course walked up out of his longtime watery grave in the sea. There's always that. There's that to consider. He got about 25 feet away from us and just stopped and stared at the fire. We kept our cool because there's basically no crime here, but it was very creepy. And then Jason spoke to him just saying something

like, hey, bud, how's it going? But got zero response verbally or physically from the man as he just kept staring at the fire. This is when the two girls were starting to get visibly uncomfortable. I spoke to the man casually trying to see what he was doing so far out of town, but still received nothing. He stood there less than five minutes, but it felt like so much longer due to the weird vibe this guy was giving off. But then, he just slowly turned around and started walking back the way he came, but down into the wash, like basically in the ocean, until we lost sight of him entirely due to the glare of the fire. We all looked at each other with our what the fuck faces for a few minutes before anyone spoke and then we all decided we had seen a ghost of an old

sailor or shipwreck victim from long ago because we didn't pass him on the drive up to this spot and hadn't been there long enough for him to walk the entire way from town. And even if so, he was totally committed all the way down to the period attire and getting himself soaking ass wet while wearing it just before he got to us. I mean, who does that? As I mentioned, there are so many shipwrecks here just off the beach that a map showing them is basically an unbroken line of boat names from tip to tip of the seashore. So there is a huge chance he was just that. A random old sailor ghost coming up to have a gaze at our fire before returning to the sea to rest for a few more hundred years. That's my best creepy story that's happened on the actual beach slash national

seashore, but I do have a couple more ghost stories from in town and just across the sound inland. I will send in later as my shoulder is screaming at me to get off this laptop for now. So, of course, take care and keep up the great podcast as I have a long way to go to get current and I'm content with that. Yours truly, Scott. Well, thanks for writing us that story, Scott. I think that there's a couple things that could have happened there. That is not a ghost.

That is not a ghost. I think that's definitely a reasonable. explanation, especially with the history of shipwrecks that they detailed there. But I get a little bit concerned that especially because they said it was someone who is elderly, that it was like someone potentially suffering from dementia and just got oil slicks soaking wet. I guess I forgot about the oil slicks. Like that's the part for me that like yes, if you're soaking wet but you're in normal clothing, that's very explainable. You're right next to the ocean. You could have gotten wet anyhow. Anyway.

I don't. It just the way they, they described it is it felt like a real person standing there not an apparition, which makes me think that maybe it could have been a real person. And then when I think of an elderly person who showed up, I'm just like with something, did they need help? He also did say this. He felt like they were in their 60s, which I don't think is elderly. Oh. But who am I? Scott, I'm trying to defend you. And you're a new listener. I'm trying to make you feel welcome. I don't think 60s is elderly either, but I don't know. Just the way that they described it felt like a real person to me, which I don't know where that leads.

I mean, if it was, imagine someone was just like, I'm going to go fuck with these guys. And then they just bring their outfit up and go stand there and don't say a word. And then turn around and go back to their friends. And they're like, that was brilliant. I mean, it would be a prank that, I mean, it reminds me of. of you're not going to know this. So I hesitate to even say it. But hopefully somebody out there knows.

Do you remember Dane Cook, the comedian? Yes, I know who Dane Cook is. Yes. Okay. Well, he was talking about at some point how it would be just random things, like random harmless, seemingly harmless pranks that the person having the prank done on, they would remember it forever. And he was talking about somebody just sitting, enjoying an ice cream cook.

on a park bench having a lovely time. And imagine if you just walked up to them slammed the ice cream going into their face and say, you remember me forever and then run away. Like, that person is going to remember that forever. I mean, I'd be like, I was just sitting there. So, like, it reminds me of that. It's like, it's harmless. Like, you're not getting hurt. It just creeped you out. And it was so memorable. I've just slammed my face into my ice cream. I wouldn't call that harmless because... I mean, you're going to be fine. I'll be physically fine, but I'll be emotionally scarred.

Okay, well, that's the risk we run in this world. But anyway, my point is I can see a world in which this is an actual living person that decided to just do something completely weird to creep out somebody and just do a weird prank on them. Yeah. I don't know. It's weird. But it seems outlandish to me. It feels outlandish to me too. And I do think, I mean, I think there's validity to the pirate story, just the way they described it, made it really feel like it was a real person standing there. You know what? I'm not in a operation. I'm tired of fighting. Me? Yeah, we're in a fight right now because I'm trying so hard to keep this paranormal. And you just won't. Let's move on. I'm just trying to debunk just in case.

Okay, okay. My next story is titled, The Time I Ugly screamed all the way down the slip and slide from hell. Oh no. Perfect. Dear Cassian Danielle, aka my queens. I'm so excited to be writing into y'all, and I hope you get a laugh out of this tale. My name is Elena, and I am a nurse in Salt Lake City, Utah.

I love my job as it surrounds me with people like me, ADHDers with potty mouths who think dinner is a few crackers plus 400 milligrams of caffeine. That is the epitome of girl dinner. And I occasionally get to care for bear attack victims in the surgical unit I work at. This is at the University of Utah, which in conjunction with primary children's across the street sort of makes Salt Lake City a hub for some hardcore trauma patients. My city is also situated close to many national parks and tons of camping, hiking, rock climbing spots. It's definitely a vibe for the outdoorsy type. Okay. Hey, we're just going to glaze over the...

We're just glaze over the bear attacks. Like, how often are you seeing bear attacks? Yeah. I guess I said occasionally. Occasionally is still enough. It's still worthy enough to mention. I'm occasionally bitten by a mosquito. Right.

So what does that mean? I started listening to NPAD in 2023 and became an outsider a few months ago. Y'all have inspired me to chase the adventures I've always wanted to have, but was too scared to try. I think there's a lot of people like me where they want a big fun life, but one, don't know where to start or two, don't know how to pump themselves up and leave areas of comfort. I don't really want to have to be my norm anymore, so I chose to make 2025 my year of discomfort and therefore growth. I love that. Having that goal in mind, I said, hell yeah, when my friend Bree, who also loves NPAD, invited me to last minute hike up Donut Falls today.

This is big progress for me because all I really wanted to do was rot on my couch watching Spirit. Stallion of the Samarin, you know that movie, right. The one where the Mustang can't be tamed and for some reason he is yellow and the soundtrack is all Brian Adams. Yeah, that's one of my comfort movies. It's on Peacock. I know it well. You know, would have also been a good option for your day as well. Anyway, the hike is a very popular one in the area, known for being pretty easy. We brought snow pants and trekking poles, but both forgot crampons.

Since it hadn't snowed in a while and others at the trailhead weren't wearing any snow gear, we decided we'd be fine without the crampons. Spoiler alert, we were not. It was only three-ish miles, and we didn't have any trouble the whole way up. Besides the few times, we had to pause and pull ourselves out of way steep snow. Near the end, it gets hellest deep. I guess in the summer you are actually climbing up a river, but all the snowfall makes the river disappear and the snow packs and makes a good trail.

To see the waterfall, you have to slip down into the hole in the ground, which opens up into a nice and roomy cave. It is so beautiful and magical in there, as the water is basically falling from a hole at the top of the cave and landing at your feet. You have to go down into the cave if you have the chance. Cassie, you can do it. I believe in you. It's a roomy cave, I swear. I appreciate that very much so. She won't do it, but it's a nice thought. I don't know. I was thinking right before they said that that this sounds cool, if they're a lot of rim and then they said it's roomy. You just said at the very beginning of this episode that you don't like things you can't see

into in a cave by definition is that. Is that? Yeah. I don't know. What cave were we in that was a crystal cave? Jewel Cave. Jewel Cave. I don't know that the chambers were quite large.

You brought me to so many caves. I know. I'm losing track. But there was one that you did like really pretty good on because the the chambers were so big. I don't know. I mean, we did one in South Africa. Those had huge chambers and it wasn't a problem. Jewel Cave, we had to walk down these steep stairs where we had to duck and crouch through rock at points, but it was never too bad. Yeah, I don't know. I still want to bring you to Cave of the Winds in the Springs in Colorado. Oh, oh, yeah, when we go to Colorado this summer, we're actually going twice this year

together. Oh, yeah. Well, it'll be our third. We're actually going to Colorado three. three times total this year. So, and we have two times left. Because we were there in January. Oh, yeah, because that was in January. Wow. Feels like a lifetime ago, I know. I'm losing track.

All right. Hold on. Let me write it down in my notes tab. We're just playing vacations in the middle of stories today. Okay. Like, picking up things from each person. Okay. It's a roomy cave.

I may or may not do it. Thank you for the recommendation. After we spend time in the cave, but before we even really start, down the hill, I slipped, fell on my ass, and then slid into Bree knocking her ass down like a bowling pin. After that, I decided that I was going to stay on my booty and inch my way downward for safety. I did the same thing coming down from Angels Landing years ago, so I thought I was making a good decision.

What I didn't account for was I had no traction as I had no crampons, dumb. So when I started to slide, I quickly realized I could not stop myself. I was exponentially gaining speed as I slid down the trail, and while part of me thought it was kind of fun, the rational part of me was so scared, knowing that I was out of control and would probably get hurt. The trail was long and a little curvy, and I remember going around a curve to see someone sitting at the bottom of the trail right in my warpath. This is when I started screaming. And it wasn't a demure or a cutesy scream like in the movies.

This was guttural, pure terror, and my best attempt at a warning to whoever I was about to squish. I tried to articulate, get out of the way. But it just came out as, ah, ha, ha. I honestly cannot remember, can't describe what happened next, but I narrowly avoided this person because my body veered off the trail and I landed in a crevice, crevasse, question more? Probably a crevice. We know the difference now. We've learned, we've grown from like episode four. Yeah.

It was a hole in the snow that was like five feet deep and the river was actually running down at the bottom. I landed hard in the water, shaken and scared, but alive and not in any pain. My Apple Watch started buzzing and when I looked down at it, it said, it looks like you've taken a hard fall and it had a big SOS button. Oh, I don't have an Apple Watch so I don't know these features, but. And they have a similar one, like on your phone if you get in a car accident. It will say the same thing. It will say it looks like you've been in a car accident and it'll say SOS. I didn't know it did it for falls, though.

I was frantically trying to exit out of the screen when I realized that I just ugly screamed down the trail, then disappeared into a hole in the ground all in front of a complete stranger. And they were probably hella uncomfy. I popped up and climbed out of the hole, then proceeded to try and make small talk like nothing happened. The girls stared at me incredulously, but reciprocated in the small talk, and soon we were having a good chat. That's when Brie yelled down, are you alive? And I assured her I was. I had slid slash fallen about 30 feet down the trail, and the only evidence that anything happened was my trekking poles sticking out of the snow. One, 10 feet above me, the other much higher. But I was okay and psyched that I now have a trail tail to share.

It was totally nuts and I definitely feel some pain and now that the adrenaline has worn off. but that's what you get when you're a clumsy bitch in nature. Next time, I'll be sure to enjoy the view and watch my butt so it doesn't take me on a slip and slide from hell. Elena. Elena, you're hilarious. Yeah, that's a good one. I'm glad that you're okay.

And I would love to know the story from the other girls' perspective. Totally. I was just on a nice little law. Everything was good. And then suddenly. So people experiencing things they'll never forget. Yeah, right. Like that girl will remember you for life.

Yep. You're always a character in somebody else's story. You know what I mean? Yeah. Okay. My next story is titled, My Dad Sent Me a Dying Apostom. And this tale is a little bit different because it's mine.

Oh, I was like, wait a second. It's like, that sounds oddly specifically similar to your life. you. Yeah, I wrote everyone a trail tale. And I did it because today, if you're listening on release day, April 24th, is my dad's birthday. He would have been turning 65 years old today. And for those of you who don't know, I lost him 16 years ago. And I know I speak a lot about losing Ian. And for the first few years, his death had kind of overshadowed the painful memories of losing my dad. But from time to time, that loss makes an appearance as a lot. And it did recently. The night we got back from our Antarctica trip, I dreamt of my dad for the first

time in years. It wasn't what I would categorize as a visitation dream, but it was very vivid in detail, so much so that I woke up thinking of how strange it was, but about how seeing him after so long was a very welcome surprise. Shortly after I woke up, I left home to grab my morning coffee, made it down my front steps before glancing to my left to see an opossum curled up, in a tight ball right at my feet. It was breathing, but not moving. I threw a few hellos at it and took a few tentative steps around it before picking up a stick and gently trying to rouse it. I wasn't sure if it was playing possum, and I was a little nervous it would pop up and scare us both. After gently inspecting it with said stick and paying closer attention to its

breathing patterns, it was clear to me that this was an animal in distress. As a former vet tech, I have seen more animals than I'd care to remember in their last moments, and I know agnal breathing when I see it. I ran to get my kit, you know the one that I love to talk about, my box with gloves, blankets, and supplies for animal emergencies, in hopes that I could get the little guy to the nearby wildlife clinic. I tossed some towels in the dryer to warm them up and gloved up, crouched down, and did my best to gently lift it and swaddle it up in the freshly warmed towels. It roused slightly, opening its mouth, extending its legs, and scrunching up its little hands. I looked it over for injuries, but I couldn't see anything apparent. No blood, visibly broken bones or wounds. No bruising to indicate

internal bleeding. I lifted its lip and my heart dropped. Its gums were painfully pale and its eyes were fixed with no blink reflex. I tented its skin and it stayed rigidly up. Its fur was the only cushion I felt between its bones and my hands. Its breathing got slower, ragged, and within a few seconds, its breathing stopped altogether. Thinking back to what I knew about opossums and the degree to which they can get into their catatonic states, I was a little thrown. Did this animal just die in my arms, or was it just very good at playing dead? To be sure, I placed it gently in the box and brought it inside my house, watched and waited. I eyed it like a hawk for any signs of life. Time passed with nothing. So I dug out my stethoscope from work ages of long ago and pressed it to its chest and then to

its lungs. Minutes went by with nothing. No heartbeat, no breaths. Its gums had turned from pale to sheet white and its eyes started to glaze. There wasn't a question about it. It was dead. And I immediately burst into tears. Why? Why me? My house is on five acres of land and surrounded by woods. I had been gone for the last 17 days. And the first morning I'm back, this opossum decides to walk, of all places, to the base of my front steps, to die at the exact moment I walked out of my house. I looked it over more closely. I held its tiny hand, examined its round, paper-thin ears, and saw that it was a she. While I was looking her over, taking the time to admire up close how wonderfully beautiful these strange little creatures are, it hit me. This was actually, of all things, a sign.

As I said, I had dreamt of my dad the night before. And the day before that, I was in Argentina on my way home from our Antarctica trip when I decided, out of the blue, while sitting at the airport, to scroll back on my own Instagram profile to a post from 2019 to hear my dad's voice. I had recorded a clip of me playing an old cassette tape I had found years after his death of him saying a few words about me and how much he loved me. I felt overwhelmed with sadness, opened up my notes app, and started writing. My flight got called before I could finish, but it began, quote, I've been posting a lot about the magic of Antarctica. And while it was spectacular, I am here on the heels of one of the best trips of my life, alone at a coffee shop in Argentina, in tears, listening to my dead dad's

words on repeat. On the last night of our trip, a couple of people shared that they began their journey in hardship, personal struggles that do not need to be elaborated on to be understood, and their words struck a chord in me. Social media has a sneaky way of making life look super cool, when in reality it's super cool and also kind of sucky a lot of the time for a lot of us. And traveling to amazing places has a way of bringing out oh my gods, but also a lot of what the fucks. I heard my announcement over the speaker, closed the app, and silently said, I really miss you, dad, I wish you could see me now. And that was that. So as a recap, in 48 hours, I had randomly thought of my dad, listened to his voice for the

first time in years, wrote about him and dreamt of him. So what does this have to do with an opossum? Well, one of my favorite memories of him had to do with of all things a dying a possum. When I was in high school shortly before he passed away, he called me excitedly to tell me he hadn't acquired an opossum. Long story short, it appeared to be a baby and had crawled onto his porch. He let it be for a few hours thinking it would wander off or be scooped back up by its mom, but it didn't leave. He gloved up and moved it off into the nearby woods. The next day, it was back in the same place on his porch, despite being one of dozens in his apartment complex, with a heart for animals, that was all the convincing that he needed. He dove into online research about

Apossum Care 101, cleared out his only closet, and made it a temporary home. I have no idea if he planned on taking it to actual help, but within two days it had died, much to the disappointment of my dad. I remember how sad he was about it, but also the sense of happiness he felt at giving it some love and comfort in its last days. This realization slammed into me as I looked down at my own recently dead opossum, and my heart about exploded. I chose a place in the front of my home underneath my front window to lay her to rest. I placed a dried yellow rose alongside her and wished her a peaceful journey to what comes next. It may be a stretch.

It may not make sense to anybody but me, but in my heart of hearts, I know that this goodbye was also a hello. A way of my dad saying, I do see you. Just like my dad, I was happy that I was chosen. somehow, some way by it or the universe or whatever to do what I do best to provide comfort, warmth, and care to those dealing with death. The end. I love that. I knew the story of the possum, but I didn't know everything behind it. And I think, I don't think it's a far stretch sign at all. I think it totally coincides. It was just too, there were too many coincidences going on that only made sense to me. Yeah, like you wouldn't put

that from an outside perspective, you wouldn't put it together, but when you know all of that combined, it's like, hold on a minute, yeah, this is. And it's nice that your why me, why this, why did I get chosen, turned into something a lot more beautiful than that and not just a awful moment that you had to experience with the possible on your stairs. And it was just funny because I was in such like care mode that from the moment I saw it, I'm like, what is happening? Confusion. And then I was like, okay, let's handle this logistically here and logically. What do I need to do? What's actually happening to this animal? And can I help? And I had no other real emotion other than, oh my God, like what in the world? You know? What's happening? I wasn't sad. Like, yeah, it was kind of sad. I'm like, okay, obviously it's not well. But I wasn't having any sorts of. other thoughts or emotions really. And then as soon as it died, I was like, you've got to be kidding me. What? Like the last straw. I was hanging on by a thread and then it snapped. And you know after a trip, you're tired. There's so much, ugh, you're like, what is about to happen? Like, I just need a break.

And then especially a trip to that magnitude to where you're traveling for so long and then to come back. So anyway, if I had a happy undertone, I guess. So yeah, I just wanted to share, especially because it's my dad's birthday today and just been thinking about him. And I guess thanks for sending me a dying possum. Like, thanks for the side. Maybe we could pick some happy. Yeah, let's work on that. But I saw it.

I recognize it. I see it. I'm picking up what you're putting down, but let's maybe think about the language that we're creating here and pivot. It's pivot slightly. I don't need any more dead posses. Yes, thank you. Well, thank you for sharing and for writing that because it was deeply personal, but I

think also special. And I know that a lot of people in our listeners relate to your stories very much so, especially when it comes to signs and encourages them to write their own. Thank you. I would not be surprised. if we have more people who are inspired to write their sign stories from yours. Yeah. Well, my last story before we got on to the bonus stories is titled Karma in the New Jersey Pines.

Hey, ladies, I was recently referred to your podcast after we had meetings with our customer and she said, I'd love it. She was right. Fun fact, your podcast is the first and only one I've ever listened to. I have to say that I'm absolutely in love with hearing these stories, as well as the facts and histories you provide with each place. My story doesn't take place in a national park, but in the New Jersey Pine Barrens,

a vast wilderness area and a diverse ecosystem covering over one million acres. The pines also offer several different camping areas, which is where our story takes place. You know, I hear about the pine barons a lot from listeners, and it is really making me eye, New Jersey, because I only hear good things. You know, anytime I think of Jersey,

I think, well, now I think of two people. I think of our friend Danielle. And also, as far as, like, advocating for Jersey, I think of Jess. I don't want to say her last name on here. But she's been on our trip. She's a vet tech. Oh, yes, yes. I'm like, we know a few Jesses. Yeah, sorry. I had to be more specific. But she's like, she lives in Jersey. And she's just like, Jersey's the best. Like, and she goes on to talk about like all the different parts of Jersey that are often overlooked. And it kind of gets a bad rep because of the Jersey shore. But like it's so much more than that. And I'm like, you're making me want to come. And it's not that far. It's like a five hour drive. Yeah. We'll consider it. Yes.

I got to add it to the list. The D-Jurst. And not the Jersey Shore. Sorry. We're going to go to the, we need a tropical vacation. So we're going to go to the Jersey Shore. Two words, one stone. I always get a kick out of that meme where it's like, when you went home, what's his name?

Johnny. I forget his name. But he was made. He was making out with a girl and holding her hand and dancing with other girls. Oh, my God. No, Ron. Ronnie. Yeah.

I said Donnie. I was gone. You said like three other names. It's been so long since I've watched the Jersey Shore, but it has burned a hole in my memory for life forever. Yeah. Dear Sam, you should know. Yes. The letter, the infamous note.

Yes. That's the one I was trying to describe and failed miserably. I also saw another meme that I can describe a little bit better that also made me laugh recently. Okay. That was a picture of the Jersey Shore House. And it said, wow, I know my whole way around this house and I've never even been in it. God's country. Truly.

You met Polly D. So you're the closest that. I did meet Polly D. You probably, you touched him, right? Yeah. Yeah. Technically. Not in a weird way.

But I got a photo with him. Right. There's still evidence of that existing, which will not be on social media. I posted it once. Okay, well, I can find it there. Yeah, it was back in the day when people, do people still go to clubs like they used to? There was this club called Club Universe in Worcester. And if anyone knows, they know.

It's not the most reputable place to have been a part of. And it has shut down now, probably for good reason. But Polly D went there. It's like a DJ. No, just as an appearance. But isn't a DJ Polly D? He is. But it was like at the height of, it was at the height of Jersey Shore.

Or at the beginning, I should say, before he was like crazy famous, but he was pretty famous. And I think he was just there to show face. Maybe he had some other things in Worcester he was doing or Boston or something. That's one does in Worcester. there's he's from Rhode Island so it wasn't like too far of a stretch he had some fist bumps to do yeah he had some shots to take and as one does as one does I don't think club culture is the same certainly not I remember going to the amber room in Manchester New Hampshire when remember the

amber room well remember they had um I don't want to say it was teen night but I thought it was in Ashua was it yeah I think the Amber Room was in Nashua yeah they had 18 plus night yeah which is a whole such an awful idea yeah because it's a bar and it's like it's 18 plus so you have these like 50 year old men yeah right 18 year olds oh my god my mom should have been worried about me during that time yeah because it was not good bad stuff happened at the amber room yeah not for me personally but you've seen some things I've seen some things that I could have gone my whole life without seeing. Okay, let's go back to whatever this is. Sorry, back to Jersey,

the lovely state of Jersey. I really do want to see the Pine Barrens. Okay, their story takes place in the Pine Barons, which is why we went off onto this other. Just in case anyone needed reminding we're in Jersey. Yes. My ex and their brother were notorious for pulling serious pranks on each other, and when I say serious, I mean methodical,

well thought out and sometimes lasting several weeks. They took these escapades to another level. So when we heard that my ex's brother and younger sister were going camping at Wharton State Forest, my ex saw a golden opportunity to enact the ultimate prank and scare the crap out of him during his weekend camping. We told his sister the plan and set off on our trip. We drove out to the campground on Saturday afternoon and set up our own camp on the opposite side of where they were staying.

We scoped out their site, ensuring we wouldn't be detectives. and plan to throw small pebbles on the metal roof of the bathroom nearby, along with other tricks, like playing a Halloween CD filled with various screams. Looking back now, it was incredibly diabolical, but that's brotherly love, I guess. It was still early in the season, so we were the only campers in the entire park, which at the time, I couldn't believe how lucky that was. By the time night fell, we waited until 11 p.m. to begin our debauchery. It was also a full moon that night, so once our eyes adjusted, we had no.

problem navigating without headlamps. My ex and I split up surrounding his brother's campsite from both sides. We started small, breaking twigs, throwing pine cones near the tent and running through the back of their tent site. Once we knew he was awake, we kicked things into high gear. My ex-played the CD, threw pebbles on the bathroom roof, escalated things to the point where his brother turned on the car and hooked up his high-powered spotlight. There was even a moment when we heard him say to his sister, fuck this place! At one point, point in the night, I ran through a patch of woods, pausing to catch my breath when I heard a loud huff behind me. I turned around to see a buck, a white-tailed deer standing there, probably not

too happy that I was in his space. We had agreed to meet back at our campsite no later than 1 a.m. I made my way back to our campsite and I saw it was empty, so I stood there, catching my breath, leaning on my truck, and saw a large figure running fast through the empty campsites. Then it abruptly halted before stepping into the moonlit road, which was about 20 feet from where I was standing. I stood there for a solid minute, thinking if it was my ex. In fact, I remember laughing and asking, what are you doing? But the figure didn't move. It was under the trees, so I couldn't make out any distinct features. But I thought it looked taller and wider than my ex, who was six foot two. I assumed my depth perception was off due to the darkness. Then I felt a wave of fear when it still didn't respond

after I called out again louder, babe, what are you doing? At that moment, I heard a branch break behind me and I see my ex stepping out of the trees. I immediately turned back and the figure was gone. It had disappeared without making a single sound. When I thought about it, I don't remember it making any noise, even when it was running towards me. We camp that night, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. The next day, we got a phone call from his brother saying the pine barons were haunted. He proceeded to tell us about his tail.

terrifying night. We finally confessed that it was us and after he called us assholes, we all laughed and moved on. But I still couldn't shake the image of that figure from my mind. What the heck was it? The Jersey Devil, Bigfoot, an angry ghost. I don't know. What do you guys think? The only thing I do know is that when someone asked me to join in on a prank now, I usually say no. I've had the pleasure of witnessing karma in real time when the hunter became the hunted. Well, that's my little story. Thanks for the read. Even if I don't make it on your show, I just want to say, I love what you girls do. Keep speaking up for those quiet places. As always, enjoy the view, but watch your back. Happy Trails. Marissa G. What do you think? And okay, also,

I'm kind of like eating my words because we were just talking about how weird it would be for someone to commit that hard to a prank in the other story. That's true. And here we are. Marissa just said this guy's family used to commit weak-long pranks. That is commitment. So, yeah. Anyway, I don't know. I think it's definitely weird. And it clearly wasn't your ex and it also wasn't like your ex's brother.

Right. But there's other people in the campground, right? Yeah. And I guess if you were like doing a bunch of sketchy shit, maybe they were coming after you. like instant karma the hunted became the hunter became the hunted you know I don't know

it is weird and sometimes things happen in the woods at night so I don't know I don't know I could have definitely been a person who was not a person that you knew it's just like the fastest person alive just whipping through

yeah or it could have been a ghost I don't think it was what do you think I don't think it was from what I know of Bigfoot which I feel like is more than the average person.

I feel like that doesn't give Bigfoot vibes to me. I don't think so either, especially because of how fast. I don't know. There was just a lot. I feel like the Jersey devil. Isn't that hooved, though? Yeah. I don't.

And flies? Yeah. I'm taking this as a sign that we need to do like a Jersey devil episode. You can leave it because you're passionate about New Jersey. That is true. Great. So everyone look out for that soon. And we'll maybe circle back to once we learn a little bit more about like Jersey lore and like what's going on over there other than just the Jersey devil.

Maybe we can have a more informed opinion. In all seriousness, we get New Jersey as a request for an episode all the time. So we are going to head there someday because we know that there's some hidden gems there and also some spooky lore. are going on there. So all jokes aside, we are. We are going to head there at some point. Yeah. And we will talk about the Jersey Shore in it, the show. We will dress like We'll talk a lot about Sammy Sweetheart and Ron. Ron, stop. Stop. Cab's here. Cabs here. Okay. Anyway, that's our cue to leave you here unless you're an outsider. If you're an outsider, Of course, you have two bonus stories.

Come in your way. Mine is titled, What Came First, The Idea or the Egg? And mine is titled, We Got Haunted in the Most Haunted Pub in York. Okay. All right. So thank you, everyone, for listening. You know where to submit your things if you have any type of story to share. And otherwise, have a good week.

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