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| Kayaking with my niece, Nicole, who was visiting from Philadelphia. |
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| Docking on Munyon Island (MacArthur Beach State Park) for a picnic of peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches. |
While hiking through Munyon Island, we learned there was a 5-story, 21-room, 8-bath hotel built on the end of the island in 1903. It burnt to the ground in 1917.
Nicole and I decided it would make a great setting for a horror story, where ghosts from the hotel still inhabit the tiny island. And visitors, like us, are sometimes lured to the hotel . . . and never leave.
Hmm. I guess when you're a writer, even when you're not working . . . your imagination is always on call.
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