When volunteering for something feels like a vacation, the organizer is doing something right.

My big sister ran a tour of the haunted locales in a sleepy port town in wisconsin. My best friend and I went on the tour on Friday, hung out with the junior tour guides on saturday afternoon, and spent the evening keeping the candles lit in the cemetery for the final leg of the tour. My friend and I turned it into a picnic. A picnic amongst the dead in the middle of the night.