It was a dense foggy day in late October. Nothing was unusual at the lock site until, all at once, the flywheels morphed—appearing to melt but maintaining their general horizontality. Stunned, I looked beyond to see a ghostly apparition--a young boy sitting in the grass. He looked friendly and curious and was distinctive for his clothing. Almost as soon these changes occurred, reality returned. The boy vanished and the flywheels assumed their regular shape. As you can see, this little ghost poses no serious threats, but does tend to become mischievous and a bit of a trickster around Halloween.