Welcome, George!

Welcome to George, the DAILY Trail’s most ardent and faithful follower and now contributor! Had I know it was so easy to add different roles, this would have happened sooner. Yes, there are many demands on my time these days, but that’s a good problem to have! More than that, however, was the desire to take a position on the other side! Thanks George, and well done with your first post… remember, it’s a marathon and not a sprint!!

I will add, however, that this is not the first time we have met up with the Beaver… Witness

This is getting bad…

My apologies, Campers! My attentions have been elsewhere lately. Might have something to do with the latest incarnation of Mark and friends…

So glad that Mark’s “Terrible Week” ended up so well… and he’s a hero to Rusty! Sampled, otherwise known as stealing… let’s hope Mark sees more green that the green of Reptiliannaire’s suit!

Ralph the Rat Snake. Next…

On to the domestic bliss of the work-a-day, own-a-business life… Cherry receives a missive from the local Homeowners’ Association. If ever there was an assault on private property rights, its initials are HOA…

The “Sunny Sun” Committee? As compared to the “Rainy Rain” or the “Cloudy Cloud?”

Or maybe just read the fine print, Cherry… One might imagine that a permit attached to a plan would have to get submitted to an approving body. But hey, what do I know?? You be you, OK?

OK, so it’s time to compare Old Cherry with New Cherry. Old Cherry would “understand…” “It’s just work, Honey” “Oh I know, it’s what you do, Mark, so you toddle off, and do whatever it is you do…” Today’s Cherry, not so much…

You got a permit for those geese? I’d expect a letter about those marauding, salmonella spreading poop factories before there’d ever be a letter about a palm tree!

Mark fell for Cherry’s dysfunction and anger issues! That’s funny! But then it appears that they are both prone to outburst and struggle!!

Yea, why let Cherry know what is taking you to LA? Why communicate? Leaves much more room unexpected outcomes and misunderstandings! The fruit of the comedic vine, so to speak…

Back tomorrow, Campers, I promise!

Hip Nor Hop…

LA it is! Where fame is measured in milliseconds and reputations are gained and lost even faster!

Rusty has certainly gained a prominent role in the new Trailverse… Let the youth show the way…

Eco Rapper? How about eco-wrapper? Reptiliannaire? That’s difficult to spell. He looks like a deranged Leprechaun. Well, ’tis the season after all. Pi-Day (3.14) followed by St. Patrick’s (3/17) who drove the rats from Ireland…

So, we all gonna be eatin’ Crickets? Thanks all the same, I will stick to hooved, mammalian forms of protein…

Mark! Dive in! The water’s fine. Grab the ring! Own your fame!!

Mark, Congratulations. Or should I say Jules, Congratulations. You successfully navigated the “Either-Or” / “Neither- Nor” trap and came out on top! Ralph even thinks Mark should do it… Why Not, Mark, I mean life takes us into new territory and we always have to be ready!!

A Series of Unfortunate Events…

I guess we can call this LFF- Lost Forest Filler… as Mark runs into one thing after another! But Cherry! Water alone won’t de-stink your man and his best friend! And why is Andy on a leash?! Completely unacceptable!

And now we harken back to the last Old-school Trail we saw in the papers… Mark choosing Andy over fame and glory. Aren’t we hopscotching the time-space continuum a bit here, though??

Oh, darn!! Now to the scene where Mark learns of his true reputation… But hey! Flapjacks!!

Mark, if you think of the rabble as “Villagers” they will always turn on you- sometimes with pitchforks and lit torches!! And now back to Amy Lee? I guess we’d better get used to that. No more Bill Ellis- No more Magazine with a defined pension… Now that Mark is in the permanent gig economy!

LA! Confidential! Ralph the Hog Snake looks nonplussed… But is Mark allowed to cross state lines while he is still a wanted man in Florida??

Back to BikBok…

Looks like Mark has healed from his “Scrapes…” and is continuing to learn from his GenZ son…

Russ?? Not sure I have ever heard Rusty called Russ before… But Mark is still verklempt over the fact that he has zero Social Media presence… even after he lit up southern Florida!

“Old People Complaining about Politics…” HA! Define “old…” What? Like 24 years old or something? Probably. First foreshadowing into what the Sunday Lesson will be about, by the way…

Mark now realizing that he has been banging his head against the proverbial tree trunk (like the Pileated Woodpecker in the fourth panel) trying to get something going, and now he realizes that “BikBok” is his ticket to something akin to fame…

But before we get tooooo far, let’s get cozy with the “Land Shrimp…”

I know the world eats crickets (and other bugs) and I would probably join in if prepared properly… skewered, grilled and full of BBQ sauce! yum, yum!

Wait a gosh darn second! Another Fox reference? That was the ‘Teen Girl Sparkle’ Lady’s spirit animal, and here it is again…

We’ll stop here, but stay tuned as more misfortune befalls Mark… Fairly slapstick, I fear… Less dramatic than the past, more physical humor! To each his or her own, I guess…

Teaching Dad a Lesson…

Already scraping the barrel for content in the Sunday Lessons, I see… We have seen Frogs and Toads at regular intervals… The difference has never been a mystery to me. Bumpy vs. Smooth skin… Am I right?

And now we get to delve into the teenage mind… The old Rusty, stuck perpetually as a pre-teen, was only starting to lock himself in his room to look at on-line comics… But the new Rusty is predictably and constantly engrossed in his online life and presence…

<sigh…> We can almost see Mark’s exasperation as he tries to connect with his son, share with him what he finds fascinating… good luck!! Mark, you are no competition when it comes to Social Media!

Oh, the ennui. It drips from the frames… as Rusty only pretends to be paying slight attention!

Yeah, Mark, Why DON’T you get on BIKBOK?? Finding an audience has never been easier! Or is it? “Like for part 2…” blah, blah, blah… although I have to admit that Tik Tok has introduced me to some awesome recipes and woodworking hacks, not to mention the Cast Iron Cookware dude…

Weakly Trail

Wrapping up a few loose ends, like Cherry’s mom…

Rusty’s School assignments…

and whether Mark is now among “Florida’s most wanted…”

Not to mention that Strong Black Coffee still solves most problems, although now served out of a Mr. Coffee carafe, into substantial mugs, not the old style Commercial Bunn Globe into cups and saucers…

Ronan Farrow? The spawn of Woody and Mia, who outed Harvey Weinstein? I fear that’s a reference, and a bridge, a bit too far… But Mark sure looks like he is back in the saddle, complete with branded merch…

Hog Wild!!

I guess we know where that phrase came from!!

That, and El Chapo’s Hippo Collection!

But we are finally home! Let’s see, we started on this new odyssey October 13th… and it’s now March 2nd, a new year, and that makes it an even 140 days! Yikes!! That’s James Allen territory, but at least not in line with the cave adventure…

Good Dog Daddy! That picture of Andy in panel 3 is, well, a little off-putting! At least he returns to St. Bernard in panel 4. Let’s hope Mark can get a shave and a shower, and heal a bit. The Article! An Article must be written!! And with the magic of the comics page, we skip over that toil, and behold:

Words heal, campers. Confession is good for the soul. Never too late to redeem oneself!

Family Feud

Time to wrap this up, kids…

What? I thought there was just one “Fist of Justice!

Waaa, waaa, waaa, waaaaaaaaaa….. With violence clearly established as a plot device, we go for laughs any way we can… Will Mark wear the cross-hatches indefinitely? Will Cherry’s shiner ever recede? Will there soon become a “BikBok” outlet for family struggles and other poor behavior? Stay tuned for the next installment of “Mark Trail, Eco-pugilist…”

Opossum we will go…

Forgive the gap, Campers, these weeks get away from your (sometimes) faithful scribe… Let’s start with the Sunday educational moment (And yes, the Opossums earlier were a tip-off…)

Prehensile Tail, huh? “Capable of Grasping.” Have to admit I have heard the word but wasn’t sure what it meant…

So, while I wasn’t “playing Opossum” with this blog, I do find it easier to take in chunks… so here we go!

Mr. Trail, tear down that wall! Well, I guess all’s well now, despite the toxic algae build up?

Oh, Rusty, there you are, in all your glory! Teenager making with the mischief on the Social Media… And Rusty must be home-schooled, since I am sure that Lord of the Flies has been put on the ‘do not read’ list…

Interesting! When we were first introduced to Marcus Happy Trail III, we saw the lineage… and as far as we knew, he descended from biology, not adoption. Looks more like cloning, but what the heck. But the fact that the young Marcus looks more like the original Rusty than the latter day rusty looks like the original Rusty, this just has me confused… help!

I thought the “SNAP” was already on Rusty’s hoodie! But no, he just broke the head off from the mount. Happy not so happy about the Boat! Final frame, cue laugh track… and scene