Back to the float trip for a moment...fall, '79 I am the early man in a Saturday prior to rope drop. My job was to clean out the trash cans, sweep the dock, and clean boats. I witness an odd sight, a trash can is moving about on it's own! I hear movement from INSIDE the can. A squeeking sound, and claws scratching the sides. I just know there is a skunk inside. So I carefully drag the can across the boats in the channel, then kick it over and run the other direction. A befuddled, but happy chipmonk scurries away to the woods. Honestly, both the critter and I were much relieved! Not a supernatural issue, but a funny story.