Pre-Rivera Mark Trail adventures were known to stop abruptly and suddenly jump us back to the cabin in Lost Forest. Sometimes It felt like something got skipped over, or maybe we had suffered a case of amnesia and lost one or more days in our life. So we dug through the recycle bin to check the discarded newspapers for missed strips.

By the way, Panel 1 could have produced a nice little joke, had the motel been named “Motel 2”, based on the number of doors shown on the building. Like I said, small place and small joke.

More significantly, I don’t get this sharing photos thing. Presumably, Mark is sharing photos of the train explosion with a “nature expert” who “happens to live nearby.” While it stretches credulity that a friend of Mark just happens to be living near the scene of the train explosion, the real questions to me are:  What possible connection can there be between an exploding train and a nature expert? And what notes are getting compared? Mark was there, but his friend was not. What does that guy have to bring to the table? Yet, always-gullible Happy Trail (panel 4), seems to think this is a good idea.