There was a camp. All boys at camp Y-Noah in those days. Maybe different now. Back then a big treat was to go to a pine grove on the south side of the lake for an overnight. Great camping, quiet. And pine duff is soft and smooth. In those days, we carefully stepped across the spillway of the dam to get to the grove.
I am sure that many things have changed since those days. But one thing I know for sure is the same. The concrete dam that forms Lake Noah is still there. Which means that Headless Haddie still does not sleep at night.
That was already an old legend 50 years ago when I was a camper at Camp Y-Noah. Haddie was said t0 be a local girl, just about 12 or so. When the workmen were building the dam, somehow, Haddie, too close to where the concrete was being poured, was struck by a bulldozer, her head severed instantly by the impact, rolled into the flowing concrete and was buried. Her folks buried her body in a nearby graveyard. But on moonless nights, her ghost comes to the lake to see if she can find her head.
The sound you hear in the pine grove is Haddie’s dress, blowing gently in the summer wind.
Make sure you know where your stuff is. Especially your flashlight. Did you remember fresh batteries?
Sleep tight campers.