So yeah, since I'm mostly sure that you kids are of the "astute" variety, you're likely aware that I haven't officially recapped our recent vacation to Amish Country/Washington D.C. I know, I know, I'm a lazy bastard, blah blah blah. Sure, right, well...Here! Since you've all been so patient with me, I shall reward you with more of the pictures that I took on said vacation...These in particular chronicle the "Candlelight Ghost Tour" which we took whilst in Strasburg, PA. Heck, I'm sure that by now you're more than eager to get on with the picture viewin' so...Let's do that, shall we?
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Here I am, sitting with Andy, displaying our obvious enthusiasm re: the impending ghost tour. Indeed, we were sitting on a bench right on Main Street in Strasburg, PA throwing horns. Would you expect anything less? It's just a shame that all of our excitement (also: anticipation) would turn out to be wasted. Why? Oh, read (and look) on, I shall tell ye.


This here was our ghost host for the tour. If you're ever in the Strasburg area and you see this person, don't expect good stories. Or a compelling tour. Or anything really worth the fourteen bucks per person which the tour charges. Her body language here seems to say "what, you want spooky? Ha! You shall get no spooky!"


Here you can see that, even though she failed at it, our host was doing her level best to create drama with whatever story she was telling here in front of this church. Just as an aside, I think her arms are bigger than mine...Damn...Excuse me, I need to go lift weights. Brb.


As you can plainly see, here we are in front of the final resting place of Annie K. Gonder. Annie (and the rest of her family) was the subject of one of our host's boring-as-Hell run on sentences engaging tales of the supernatural earlier in the tour as we stood outside the Gonder Mansion. Apparently Annie was a bit of a whore (at least that's the impression I got) and apparently her ghost haunts folks and does a fair bit of laughing. All I can say is NOT A DAMN THING HAPPENED DURING THE TOUR. Not even HERE! AT the damn cemetery...Feh.


And speaking of the Gonder family, this is the rest of their family plot in the Strasburg, PA cemetery. Now, you may be asking yourself "why can't I read the names on their headstones?" A fine question, to be sure. The answer is simple. These are the backs of their headstones. You see, for whatever spiteful reason, Annie is buried to the left of here with the rest of the Gonder family turning their backs to her. Even in death, Annie was too much of a...Well...Whatever would cause the shunning 'round the turn of the century. So anyway, yeah...They're all gonders. Yuk yuk yuk.


Not even the Hildebrand family would oblige our tour group with a little spooky activity. Jerks.


And yes, here is one side of the gate from the Strasburg Cemetery. Indeed, I was hoping that if anything happened on the tour - an uneasy feeling, a spooky sound or (God forbid) a misty apparition - it would happen in here. Sadly, nothing did. I snapped this picture as we were all leaving the cemetery and in doing so, I got pretty far behind the rest of the group. All alone in the dark in a cemetery in an unfamiliar town which dates back to the 1700s. And yeah, nothing happened.


Ah, finally! Something slightly scary! Indeed, Andy's Leatherwolf shirt turned out to be the spookiest thing which we were to see all evening on the walking tour of two blocks of Strasburg, PA. We didn't even stop at the funeral home...I was so disappointed...

So there you have it, just enough pictures to stave off your picture viewin' induced hunger for another week...As always, thanks for stopping by...You kids have a fine weekend now...

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