Today he invited me on a fruitless visit to the bank of the Miskatonic River, for some reason that he would never explain. As you know, I have no objection to touring nature, provided that there is something to see – some element of history, magic, or mystique that is shrouded by natural barriers. I have heard rumors of water beings in this area, highly advanced ones, and I am unable so far to get any clear answers from these people about the subject. A closer-lipped bunch I have never met. It may just be a large population of grindylows, or some sort of local merfolk. I had hopes that Pickman would show me something to elucidate this tale.