Another Mark Trail Twofer

(Wednesday) Well, looks like Mark is finally getting around to doing some research, only after making his accusations. That’s not the usual sequence of events, I think. 

There are lots of home-based test kits on the market, though they will tell you that the most accurate testing is when you send a water sample into an EPA-certified water testing lab.

Admittedly, Mark is summarizing the actual steps. From what I’ve read, even home kits require carefully measured amounts of water and acid reagent, including other steps. To be fair, the Mark Trail comic strip never pretended to be Mr. Wizard or an actual science lab. Still, he might have noted the importance of careful measurements.

One thing that is more difficult to excuse is the dwarvan left arm of Mark in panel 3. What happened there?! Maybe there are more dangerous elements in the water than Mark figured on, but I can’t see how Rivera or her editors overlooked it.

(Thursday) Calm down, Mark! The cane toad was the Sunday Animal of the Week back on August 10th. Frankly, I hadn’t realized that cane toads were standard features of new golf courses.

I reckon we are supposed to assume Mark and Happy spent a lot of time testing the different waterways of Lost Forest to ensure they found the correct source, so Rivera spared us from looking at several more panels of Mark and Happy wading in water with test tubes and miniature arms. Or not. Instead, the story jumped ahead to Mark again interviewing the reliable Ranger Shaw.

Speaking of continuity (just pretend that we were), if we omit the weak golf scene or move it to the end, the story still hangs together. Mark seems to be going through the motions of an investigation, even as biased as he obviously is. Perhaps an editor at KFS saw the early strips and told Rivera “Hey! Where is the investigation part of the story? Mark is just throwing out accusations with no evidence! Put in an actual investigation, Rivera, or I’ll have you ghosting for Family Circus!

Short Delay

Greetings!

Flying down to see my dad (99 and counting) Wednesday, so I won’t have time to post. I’ll double-up on Thursday. In two weeks, I fly back. In between, I should be able to do my normal posts.

Watch Mark get older!

Go ahead if you wish, and comment on the changing map topography in the first two panels. Maybe it’s a two-sided map. I don’t know. Or comment, if you desire, on how Mark aged between Panel 2 and Panel 4.

Well, will Mark and Happy start with the waterway alongside the resort for the first test? Could save a lot of time. Run several tests. If they come back negative, Mark owes the Cheddersons an apology. Then he’ll have to investigate the other sources. It would be a hoot for Mark to discover the pollution source was the Sunny Soleil Society! How would Cherry take that result!?

Speaking of maps, it would be kind of cool if Rivera produced an “official” map of Lost Forest, kind of like A.A. Milne’s map of the Hundred Acre Woods or Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Why not? None of the prior artists every produced one that I’m aware of. There is, as some of you know, an official “Mark Trail Wilderness” area along the Appalachian Trail in northeastern Georgia. It’s quite extensive, though I’ve never visited it. We don’t need a map quite that big, however; just the area around the Lost Forest community and its surroundings. Too bad E. H. Shephard is no longer around.

Hold on to your patience:  We’re not done, yet!

What was it that Ralph Kramdam used to wail after messing up once again on The Honeymooners? “Me and my biiig mouth!” Fine. I misread the tea leaves. I thought for sure that Saturday was the end of the story when Mark mentioned writing up an article with Happy. Reckon I should have waited for the dust-up to settle down.

It looks like we are moving into Part 3, in which actual work gets done. If that’s what happens, I’ll need to rejigger the story’s grade.

In any event, I’m anxious to see this investigative journalism get into gear.  Will they be checking online for filed paperwork and inspection reports? Will they wade into the river to take water samples by the resort to get analyzed by a proper lab (as opposed to going to Doc Davis)? Will they have to face off against the gator while they sneak around the resort grounds? Or does all of this palaver really just mean “Let’s write that article“, after all?

The Week in Review and the Sunday Nature Chat

The polluted lake story ended yesterday, or so it seems. Of course, we could have another week for the epilog, a standard feature of Rivera’s stories. As for the week, itself, as Cherry’s peacock story appears to have ended, Chet and Brett Chedderson (patiently waiting on the sidelines all week so Mark could help trap the wandering peacock) returned on stage to renew their verbal assaults.

Insults flew from both sides as Happy Trail finally sided with Mark. The result was that the entire Trail family was thrown off the resort, permanently. No doubt, Happy Trail paid a fair amount of money for his charter membership fees, but tried to save face with the “I’ll see my own self out” trope dripping from his lips as they left. Maybe not quite that dramatic! Happy apologized to Mark for not sticking up for him earlier on (i.e. when Mark flew off the handle, accusing the Cheddersons of environmental sabotage, without having done any actual investigation). Then Cherry and Rusty conveniently disappeared from the strip for the last three days as Rivera focused on their father-and-son Hallmark greeting card moment.

And that leaves us with this: What was the point of this story? Was the premise of mysterious lake pollution and a new golf course just an excuse to bring in Happy Trail? The first half of the story, focusing on discovering the source of the lake pollution was just fine, as is. Happy’s appearance could have provided Mark with a colleague to help with an investigation.

But Mark’s plans (and the story) were sidelined and ultimately undermined when Happy Trail revealed the real reason he showed up was to invite them to the new golf club and water park that he just joined (even though he lives in Florida). And that’s when the story began to go sideways. If I was a writing teacher (thank goodness for students I am not!), I’d give the story a D. The focus on water pollution got twisted into a morality play about parenting. The pollution angle became secondary or forgotten. However, this is an adventure strip about nature and human interactions with the environment. It is unique in that regard. If we want to read strips that focused on human relationships, there are plenty of those already available. But there is only one Mark Trail strip. Why waste it on mere humans?

Rivera’s underwater drawings are often better executed and more evocative than what shows up above the water. Take the image of Mark raising his forefinger in panel 4Please! Did that come from a “Draw Mark Trail” contest submission!?

Seriously, does Mark/Rivera expect everyday people to run chemical tests on tap water?  Well, it might be a good idea, but Mark should have included some information on where test kits can be obtained. I’m surprised Mark and Cherry don’t have their own side business: Mark Trail’s Tap Water Test Kits.

Okay, so this really is the end of the story. I think.

I’ve never seen an alligator yawn before. It’s an interesting sight, isn’t it? Well, he isn’t the only one …

But, wait! What’s all this father-son relationship jazz? Wasn’t there an entire family here? Or is that why the gator looks fatter than he did a few days ago? Yesterday I posited three possible reasons for this story. It seems that it really was about father-son bonding; or at least, that is what is turned into. Blech!

So now, Happy and Mark are going home, arm in arm, to write an article together. About their trip. If Kelly Welly was here, she’d probably throw golf balls at them for wasting this opportunity.

“You’re a nature journalist”, says Happy. Aren’t they the ones that write those Sunday newspaper articles about fishing for bigmouth bass with Gadabout Gaddis, hunting squirrels in the Big Woods, and taking Ol’ Blue duck hunting? But they leave actual investigative work to trained professionals.

Art Dept. You might think the giant speech balloon in panel 1 is another kind of narration box. But, no. The balloon’s tail runs up Happy Trail’s shirt, but was accidentally colored in. At first I thought Jules Rivera was satirizing the misplaced speech dialog trope of pre-Rivera Mark Trail.

What ever happened to Happy’s Nine Iron?

What started out as an informal (that is, unpaid) investigation into local water contamination has turned into a contest of rivals to see who swings the biggest golf club. From here, it certainly looks like Rivera either lost track of the plot or simply jumped the tracks and went into a different direction. I’m only surprised (well, okay: disappointed) that the dads didn’t join in with the boys to have a more interesting and enjoyable four-way slugfest. Now that would have been an interesting sight. I think Rivera missed an opportunity for some real fun!

This being Thursday, there are still two days left in the week. What to do? That’s not really time enough to resolve this story, so there will be at least one more week. Will Rivera turn Mark back into an investigative reporter, skulking around the resort at night to get hard evidence? Will Happy Trail want to go along and relive his younger days of activist nature journalism? I’ve always wondered about Happy’s “been there, done that!” attitude, as if he simply got burned out from chasing poachers, kidnappers, arsonists, and weirdos and now wants to live out his life like a normal person, indifferent to the environment.

But maybe the Trails will just head back home and forget the whole thing, which may be what a lot of readers are doing, already. I really want to see some suspense and drama. Even for a little bit.

Happy Trail takes his turn

If I remain “in story mode”, then I blame Mark for creating this mess through his ham-fisted investigation, such as it was. Instead of going covert or at least subtle, Mark decided to confront the Cheddersons, head-on, without solid evidence.

If I look at this from an outside position, I have to wonder what Rivera had in mind moving the story in this direction. Is it getting us closer to uncovering the source of the pollution or has that already been “established” merely through Mark’s biased assumption? If Mark is satisfied the golf course is the source, shouldn’t either try to get them to clean it up or report them to the “proper authorities”?

Well, I might be asking too much. Maybe Mark will turn over his “evidence” to Ranger Shaw, who will once again hem and haw and hesitate, until Mark browbeats him into confessing that he got a free lifetime membership for looking the other way.

The gloves don’t come off, but words do fly!

Mark Trail demonstrates another one of his well-known techniques on how to successfully investigate wrongdoing and solve a problem. Or maybe not.

As much as I don’t want to make this a pure snark-filled diatribe, I have to say this is pretty lame plotting; to say little of the dialog. There are a number of issues we can pick on, just today. I’m not sure I have the energy for all of it. So, I’ll pick one or two.

For one thing, it seems to be that, even now, Chet Chedderson has not made a single comment about his prior entanglements with Mark; and there have been two: the Zeeba Mussels story and the Bear Necessity story, where Chet had only a walk-on cameo at the start of the story. I’m wondering if he even remembers who Mark Trail is, and if that is a deliberate decision on Rivera’s part. That is to say, why would Rivera want to cause Chedderson to not recall Mark? Readers with better minds than mine may recall that the Bear Necessity story was when Jules Rivera made the unfortunate decision to change Mark’s face from sporting his stubbled beard to the tramp-like five o’clock shadow he now has.

The strip today reads more like comments on social media. Hey! Maybe that’s deliberate, since it’s become the standard for interpersonal communication, especially among the age group this rebooted strip is supposed to be aimed at.

Art Dept. Rivera continues to play on the “Like Father Like Son” trope, coming off like the parody she likely has in mind. And I think this is the first time we’ve actually seen a golf bag (panel 2). But more important than any of this (to me) is that I think Rivera drew this manually with pen and ink, rather than a her digital tablet. The lightness and variety of lines, and the unusual hatching on Brett’s face and especially in the tree behind Mark in panel 3 lead me to this conclusion. I’m not saying she’s using old Speedball or Gillotte nibs; it’s probably a set of technical pens with different line widths. Sorry, I’m just getting a bit too geeky here. But I’d like to see her stick to using these pens, as it might loosen up her drawing and make it more interesting. Again, I could be totally wrong. Digital tablets have come a long way since I last used them.

Looks like Brett was just biding his time to teach Mark a lesson.

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Hoo-boy. I suppose Mark is under contract to solve all problems within his immediate vicinity, regardless of whose problem it is. I don’t see Cherry too bothered by it, and Happy Trail is happy to share in the solution, as well. I’m not sure if this is the “end” of Cherry’s adventure, as she is seen here as a mere background appreciator. However, Honest Ernest happily gloats as he puts the recovered peacock back into his van, somehow parked on the golf course.

And regular reader Daniel Pellissier  pointed out that my theoretical plot twist of trapping the wrong peafowl was full of holes, because a close-up of the captured peacock in Saturday’s strip showed the bird with his male plumage intact. Still, in the real world, that kind of treatment would have to be really bad for the peacock and his tail feathers.

But Cherry’s week in the sun has set (so it seems) and we return to the sturm und drang of Brett Chedderson’s beef with Mark Trail, who broke with the tradition of not insulting your hosts by insulting his hosts. I’m not sure what that yellow traingular design is behind Brett in panel 3, but it can’t be a good sign.

It reminds me of those high-back collars you see on old-school villains (e.g. Ming the Merciless, The Evil Queen of Snow White, and Bela Lugosi’s Dracula). If Mark hasn’t fully exercised his fists o’ justice, this might be a good time to do so, unless a better idea pops up.