You may be wondering why I keep bringing it up in this blog about my travel experiences on this wonder-filled US road trip, but I tell you things keep happening that make it applicable, okay?
For instance, we just finished watching an episode called "Mystery Spot". (Forgive me in advance, there's no way I can describe this without it sounding ridiculous. Just go with it.) There's a character called the Trickster who has immense powers that no one really understands, but he's also got this twisted sense of humour and likes to toy with Sam and Dean to make them come to an important realization about something they've been struggling with. He can alter reality, or at least their perception of it and Trickster episodes usually provide a lighter, more hilarious tone.
In "Mystery Spot" Sam and Dean visit one of these crack-pot roadside attractions that promise magic and wonder, and somehow Sam gets stuck in a time loop where he lives the same day over and over until Dean dies in some strange and horrible way and then the day restarts. I could get into why this is important for the overall arc of the season but It's not really relevant to what happened in this story so I shall refrain.
I'm sorry, I had to post a clip. It's just so great!
TJ and I left Oro Valley heading towards Bisbee, thinking we might briefly stop in Tombstone and see some of the more ridiculous attractions that an old western town might offer.
About 20 miles away from the highway turn-off that would take us in that direction, we started seeing these billboard signs:
The first one we didn't really get a good look at but when the next one popped up TJ yelled "Holy shit, it's a Mystery Spot!"
We couldn't not go to this place. A quick glance at the map showed that it was only about fifteen minutes out of our way, so we decided to go for it.
I think deep down we knew that it was going to be what all Mystery Spots are supposed to be, which is complete bullshit. We knew this, but we also had pretty high hopes that the cheese-factor would be, like, DEFCON level 5.
If walking through several corrugated steel sheds full of underwhelming antique artifacts constitutes cheese, then I guess this was everything we hoped for. They had an entire shed dedicated to strangely painted pieces of driftwood.
DRIFTWOOD.
There was this pretty spectacular diorama of "methods of torture" that was being portrayed by some of the worst wooden carvings of actual human beings I may have ever seen, but mostly it was just like someone's dad's "old shit" collection with a few signs that alluded to deeper mysteries behind the stuff's origin. I mean, it's an old car. I doubt it was ever driven by Adolph fucking Hitler.
And ultimately, The Thing ended up being this sad fake mummy that looked more like a dog than anything else, but the fact remains: we found a mystery spot, and survived to tell the tale.
DRIFTWOOD.
There was this pretty spectacular diorama of "methods of torture" that was being portrayed by some of the worst wooden carvings of actual human beings I may have ever seen, but mostly it was just like someone's dad's "old shit" collection with a few signs that alluded to deeper mysteries behind the stuff's origin. I mean, it's an old car. I doubt it was ever driven by Adolph fucking Hitler.
And ultimately, The Thing ended up being this sad fake mummy that looked more like a dog than anything else, but the fact remains: we found a mystery spot, and survived to tell the tale.
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