Maybe you can also bring along a recording of your bagpipe-playing. If there are any ghosts to be stirred up out there, I'm sure that will do the trick.
He could bring his bagpipes! There’s no rule against bagpipery in a National Battlefield Park!
When we lived in Tennessee, I drove down to Chattanooga to go shopping one day with the kids. On the way back, the clouds came down over Lookout Mountain, and I thought I saw the flashes of cannon fire and got the heebie-jeebies so bad I had to pull over and pull myself together. “Why are we stopping, Mama?” “Just shut up and watch the dead soldiers, Anoreth.” “Okay.”
They’re everywhere through the river valleys between Nashville and Chattanooga. Our neighbor had a cannon in his yard, pointed north in case the Yanks ever came back.