This trek/climb is emblematic of what we as the audience must (choose to?) endure in order to follow these “story” arcs.  Climb to the top, for what?  Jump out a window when there is a perfectly serviceable door?

Couldn’t we all!!

Mark your “canteen” looks to be about the size of a pint flask…  Which I thought you lost when you went face-down a while back…  Nice of you to share though…  And doc, this is nothing more than a heaping dose of confirmation bias– you want this to be “the way” so you are declaring all things “familiar…”

…is to kill his father-in-law.  If I am not mistaken, it was Mark who put the thought of this trip into Doc’s head…

With Accident-Prone Mark leading now, what could possibly go wrong… right??  A little slip and fall, it would all look so innocent-like…  and BOOM!  Lost Forest is his!!!  Mu-ah-ha-ha-ha!  Just that a little surprise would await him- the fact that Doc doesn’t own it either- it’s in some kind of Land Trust that has it set aside in perpetuity…  No Trail-wood!  No casinos!  No development of any kind… Well, there goes Mark’s dreams of laundering money for the Mexican Cartel…

What are we doing here again?

With Ol’ Doc Davis prattling on… and JJ lost to the raging waters,

Mark continues to play travel guide.  We have also seen more flora and fauna than one might expect to see in such rugged terrain.  Name that bird with the red spot on its crown?  Why, it’s none other than the Gila Woodpecker!

OK, Doc, settle down…

Doc, I mean it!  Shut your pie hole! Mark seems to be thinking as he snaps his head around and scowls… But wait!  Does the Trailian Sensory System  (TSS) detect that which mere mortals cannot?  Is there a threat?  Is the Primitive Panicky Primate Brain taking over the executive functions?  We’ll have to wait and see!

Doc is quite literally beaming in panel one.  Giving off his own light as compared to reflecting the sun’s rays, as it were…

Mark is maintaining his poker face…  The rear 3/4 view that we are all familiar with from the Trailverse clip art catalogue… Leola completes the picture.

Regarding comments about what the other Trails are doing back at the ranch…  Remember Mark and crew (despite the months it feels like) have been gone only a few days now.  Not that hijinx couldn’t already be ensuing or carnal desires sated, but if so, the family would be moving on that fairly quickly…

Can’t you just hear the music?

Mark knew this to be true all the time… the crooked nose, the facial hair… JJ wasn’t to be trusted!!  And well, campers, here we are.

And who is missing from the first panel?  Is Mark separating himself from Ms. Travelogue?  As she spouts non-sequitur factoids about death and flash floods?  Sort of reminds me of the scene in Rain Man where Raymond is reeling off statistics about plane crashes and resulting fatalities…

JJ is showing his true colors now… “Yea, see… “I’m separated from the party… yea… I have the map… yea, that’s the ticket…  I’ll get ALL the gold…”

So as the Bobcat stalks the Woodpecker, our silhouetted friends, now magically dried and coiffed,  stumble and stammer their way along, assuming that JJ actually wants to be found…

…and what a strange conversation…

Barney Google?  With the Goo- Goo- Googly Eyes?  Turns out he was the feature character in what is now Snuffy Smith, but was written out, rarely to be seen again…  Listen closely Mark, is Doc threatening a coup here?

Of course, we don’t give a fig for JJ himself… as the big cat breaks the fourth wall, looking pleadingly at the camera as if to say, “Please, write me out of this damn story…”

Got the shakes, there, Doc?  Again, who cares about JJ?  He was only good as the map holder, apparently.  That’s what happens when gold fever strikes…  it’s every man and woman for him/herself!

I have to laugh.  Mark offers no hint of relief in finding Doc upright and breathing!  Just the continued scowl and a “Where’s JJ?”

That’s right, Doc!  The Map!!  I see that you managed to keep you hat, though.  Thank goodness for that!!

Wandering in the desert never looked like this before…

Mark, who are you talking to?  Are you looking for a witness to your thoughts? But then soft!  Who goes there?  In the distance(?)  With the tell-tale hat and gate?  And voice?  It’s Doc, of course… Mark looks pissed!  Really!  No inheritance today, bucko!

With Leola playing the part of Raggedy Ann and Mark in Hero mode, we see them reaching the high ground that Mark was calling for the other day…

…and as Mark’s hair snaps back into place for panel three, last we saw Doc & JJ, they were at least 5 lengths ahead of Mark & Leola…

Mark, MARK, Cough, COUGH…  Ripping!  And not a hair out of place!

But what is keeping the log from spinning?  Not the first time that physics be damned in the Trailverse!

Oh my!  Such excitement!

Had to pick up from where we left off yesterday…

Now that Mark is (once again) in saviour mode, and of course it’s the damsel that needs saving, we can rest assured that everyone will come out the other end OK…  Death visits the Trailverse infrequently (once, as I recall…) so we can really breathe easily now.  Never mind the fact that we will spend the next few days escaping this situation…

From one manufactured ‘crisis’ to the next, we find our crew (at least one of them) neck deep in raging floodwaters…

What better time to take stock of Loela’s impressively thick mane.  Hair in the Trailverse is impressively impervious to any and all assaults…  from wind and water all the way to lava…

I guess this is why they refer to these events as “flash floods…”

…in the blink of an eye, a wall of water is crashing down on the troops…

If the water is arriving/moving that fast, I doubt one could out-run it… and of course we will have to wait ’til Monday to see whether they were swept away (or not!)  Better save the MAP!

I honestly don’t remember, and don’t care enough to look at yesterday’s strip.

Last I checked, thunder doesn’t hurt anything…

If anything, they should be preparing to capture the rain in some way so that they don’t perish… but, hey, what do I know?  That said, we are on Trailtime, where it takes a month’s worth of installments to move the clock ahead ten minutes…

Another day, another Nature Lesson…

Mark almost looks annoyed…  OK, he is annoyed.  Annoyed that he is on this walk-about.  Annoyed that he’s not the one calling out all the “natural elements.”  Crabby, crabby, crabby.  C’mon, Mark… it’s not ALWAYS all about YOU!

Another day, another two steps…

Wandering through the desert, seemingly impervious to the elements, following the map religiously, our intrepid band soldiers on…

We are treated to more wildlife.  Today we see some kind of Dragon/Monitor Lizard.  Snaking a forked tongue, checking for a mate, (hint, it’s hiding in the cacti below…) it’s evidence that life can survive here, but only if you know how…

…as Mark foments discord in the ranks…

Doc takes the bait… hook, line, and sinker…

What exactly tipped you off, Mark?  And remember it was Leola that introduced you all to him…  And she knew why you were coming to visit, so why should she be held without reproach?  You could both be getting set up for a bad turn…

Oh my… tensions are running high in the Desert Southwest…

Perhaps it’s because Doc was the only smart one to bring and wear a hat… keeping the sun’s rays off’n his bald pate…

I don’t know how much more of this riveting tête-à-tête I can take…