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Roger our tour guide woke us early and in a state of anxiety. He said there had been complaints about the town of Nipcat and as a result, we were returning to Morgue to visit a new tourist site.
My aged companion Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, as I knew she wasn’t very happy about being in a town that stated its love for cats and made its tourist dollar from peddling their hides.
We were soon back on the bus to Morgue when Roger announced we were taking a sidetrack to a famous Morgue landmark.
The Morgue Memorial Lovers Leap loomed in front of us. It looked at first glance like any lookout you’d see anywhere. But over the edge was the main attraction, a collection of discarded vehicles partially buried into the side of the cliff face.
Lovers in Morgue took their loving seriously. So much so that when love went sour, as it often did, the grieving lover would drive his car over the edge and if he survived would leave his car on the cliff face as a badge of his courage and commitment to who ever it was he felt responsible for driving him over the edge.
Joyce was fascinated asking as we later drove into town if I would do that for her?