I was invited to a weekend at Brookdale Lodge, Santa Cruz Mountains with Verify Broadcasting and Pacific Paranormal. You bet! I was only tenish when my father took us and I played with that little girl up in the balcony overlooking the dining room. Yeah, that little girl.
To walk back into that dining room was like a walk in the past. I spotted out where I believe we played, but I was continually amazed by the distortion of the years and memories. Stairways were not exactly as I remembered.
While the entire story is located at http://www.packrat-pro.com/travel/brookdale.htm, three events are sharp and clear, and worth repeating.
Another hunter located someone to talk to down by the creek. She asked her 'friend' if she was the same girl I played with forty odd (gulp) years ago. The response was clear. Yes.
The same hunter and I were in the pool room, chatting about other things. Like a boom, the distinct odor of bananas assaulted us. She looks at me; I at her, our eyes must have been saucers. We even inspected the bottoms of our feet. The other hunter giggles and says, "Banana candy!" She is right, sweet sticky sweet, distinct banana candy. I took a turn at the wands, it shook me fairly well to have her answer my questions so quickly and clearly.
Last but not least, it was two am in the dining room. I was drawn to the area I just knew Sarah now played, very near where we ate dinner so long ago. Everyone else walked about, you could hear whispers and see flashlights everywhere. Sarah, after she touched my shoulder and laughed, must have sat on my lap for the EMF went crazy on my lap, but no where else about me.
It was a good trip.