Apparently Rusty has Skills…

Rusty, repairing to the Lost Forest Woodshop (not to be confused with the wood SHED, where Doc takes him to administer his beatings) returns with a box suitable for a convalescing Mother Otter and her pup…  dovetail construction? Box bottom rabbeted into the sides?  Joints sealed and box lined to prevent leaking?  I see Mother Otter has the same basket-weave dressing that Wes had on his foot when he broke his foot crashing his sea-plane into the mountainside…

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I see that Mother Otter likes to get in a few crunches while nursing Junior…  never too soon to start working yourself back into shape, right?

And I am sorry, but Doc freaks me out…  he appears to have one expression- face locked in a smile/grimace, regardless of what side we get to see- and the two sides are literally mirror images of each other… spooky- almost as if it weren’t Doc- but someone wearing a “Doc suit…”  Alien presence?  Perhaps…

Otters as Tzitzu’s…

Hon-es’-te-ly…  I mean Really?  Not a struggle, not a care, they each are in the arms of Trail and his adopted son without so much as a concern?  Reminds me of a couple of hand raised lap-dogs… And Rusty, don’t be in denial, the “rest of the otters” have been flayed and skinned and stretched and scraped as their valuable pelts are on their way to market…  Some Trail version of Cruella DeVille, no doubt, bent on making an otter-skin coat…  but then it appears that there is a lively demand for such items…  So, I mean, what’s the problem here??

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The need to make a statement or manufacture some drama is a constant pressure for the creators of the Trail-verse, however…  the concept of harvesting and managing wildlife has no place…  I will try to manufacture concern to match…

Oh, and you would know how??

What secret powers does Trail possess that he can tell, in an instant, that this is a queen, a “mother otter?”  I am so glad to be living in a palette of blues and greens (compared to Hell on earth at Lake Rhododendron) that I almost gave this a pass… but what, pray tell, is the tip-off??  Their eyes locked and in a moment they felt the connection that has been man-otter over the millennia… communicating in a way that make words obsolete, the Queen shared her deepest most inner thoughts with Trail… “Thank you kind sir, but what of my little one? We can’t leave the pup behind…”

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And by the way, Rusty, the customary gesture to declare the presence of something off in the distance is the “finger point,” not the “hand wave…” or do you expect the pup to wave back??

And just in case you are wondering, cutebabyotters.com exists…

There, there, little fella…

You’re in GOOD HANDS NOW…  and JUST IN TIME!! Did you see the white light?  Was the Father of All Otters calling you “home?”  Well, not so fast, little one, you have a date with DOC!  Doc, whose knowledge of animal physiology surpasses even the great Marlin Perkins of Wild Kingdom fame… “Just as the River Otter can find itself hobbled by an injury, so can you… that’s why you need Mutual of Omaha’s Platinum Disability Insurance… you can’t afford to be with out it…”

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And oh, by the way…  about Mark’s fancy new ride…  I saw one on the road the other day- A Jeep Wrangler “Rubicon” in WHITE!  I stand Corrected!

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Here, let me hold your head underwater…

…with this forked stick that just happens to be lying about…  Seriously.  If it wasn’t the crutch that Mark Fashioned for Wes out of non-existent tree branches high up on the mountain, Mark manages to find the perfect stick-pole with a notched end to use to keep the Otter from attacking while he frees it from the trap!

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The look of terror on the Otter’s face suggests that they are sentient beings with the capacity for abstract thinking and self-awareness… So what must he be thinking while the man is hold his head underwater?  What if the otter is injured? Will “Doc” have to minister to him?  Will we name the otter only to have to return it to the wild?  Why do I care?

OH NO… Carefree little creature now apparently has a Care!

With Mark Trail assuming the “Naturalist crouch” position while looking for/ at animal tracks, forearms resting on quadriceps, wrists allowed to hang loose, he wonders aloud (the only way he can wonder) where have all the otters gone (Long time passing) Where have all the otters gone (long time ago…)  OK, arcane and obtuse Pete Seeger references aside, I think Rusty has stumbled onto the next potboiler:  Otters who apparently can’t swim… film at eleven.

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The poor little scamp!  The look of panic on his (or her) face.  Coming up for air, gasping for the breath that stands between life and death… Whatever could be pulling him down?  OK, it’s pretty obvious, and I have to just lay out the coming plot for everyone involved:  Trappers, poaching on Lost Forest property, will meet their comeuppance once it is determined that they have picked the wrong Nature Writer to tangle with!

It does give one pause, though to think about how many little woodland creatures meet their demise in this way…  drowning so that a guy earning a subsistence living, selling pelts into the fur trade, can feed his brood back at the shack… But lest I sound critical, I know that this is how my forebears made their living back in the early 1800’s…

Hey Mark! Nice Wheels!

OK, where did this vehicle come from?  Not the International Harvester Travel-All that we are accustomed to seeing Mark pilot… but rather a snappy (and it appears relatively new) Jeep CJ with the top off and seats with headrests!!  I have never seen a white one in my life, though, and what’s with the green sky in the background??  Need to have a word with the color team!  And it looks like the Jeep agrees (!) declaring that “we’ll get some pictures of them playing on the banks!”

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Yes, Mark, that’s right, Otters ARE “carefree little creatures…” Until of course we discover that they are missing!  Didn’t show for their curtain call?!? What nerve!  Don’t they realize that we are on a timetable here, that part of the bargain with respect to living in the Trailverse is to appear and perform on command?  Even for the misshapen little ward with the camera??  Love the cowlick on top of Rusty’s head… doesn’t it just make you want to squeeze him??

Well, it’s a damn good thing your shoulder’s “about healed!”

Now serve me coffee from what looks like a BUNN model coffee urn…  and make sure that you don’t leave that on the burner empty- you know what happens then!!  I mean, what are they running at Lost Forest, an Inn??  What meal are we enjoying here?  Oh who knows… coffee is a staple at any meal!  Do you think Mark has ever POURED a cup of coffee in his LIFE?  Doubtful.  So much for servant leadership.  Remember, this is all about WWMD, not WWJD…  There will be no role reversing here!

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Uh, Yea, sure rusty, those should be great pictures, of inky black shiny-coated animals, with heads barely poking through he surface of the water…  I mean, what, with that fish-eye/wide angle lens you have on that camera body, we should almost be able to make them out!  Or, better yet, why don’t we try to get real close-ups of the otters… I hear tell that they have razor sharp teeth for cracking mussels and other shellfish…

So the only question now is what happens next- does trouble and excitement pay a visit to Lost Forest or does Mark have to go find it elsewhere?  We should really be keeping track of the MTTLLF- the mean-time-to-leave-Lost-Forest…

Easy there, Mark…

Shoulder’s still a little tender, you know?? Apparently their leisurely stroll took hours, from panel one where the sun appears to be quite high in the sky to panel two where it is setting gracefully over one of the many lakes adorning the Lost Forest acreage… And I wonder-  can Andy feel the Trailian vibe transmitted through Cherry?

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But really, as usual, can more stilted and awkward prose be committed to a comic strip ( or any media for that matter?)  What if “living in the outdoors” is really a metaphor for…  Oh, probably shouldn’t go there…  Like Jeff Spicoli in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” whose famous words, “All I need are some tasty waves and a cool buzz and I’m fine…” Mark probably derives joy and satisfaction from the less base instincts of man, centering himself on energies derived from world around him.  Hopefully cherry is down with that, as this is the man she chose and the man she loves…

Wes and Shelley, we hardly knew ya!

April 8 to May 31, 2013… Probably one of the shorter story arcs of all time!

Well, I guess at some point the writer(s) get tired of their own characters…  “Seemed like a good idea at the time… c’mon Jack, let’s put a bow on this one… not sure what the next ‘adventure’ or ‘assignment’ will be, but this story is a dog!!”  Oops, sorry Andy, no offense!  Apparently Ranger Wilson’s “travel arrangement” options include teleportation… we sure didn’t waste any time getting back to Lost Forest…  and since Cherry’s Father is ‘Doc’ does that mean he can also minister to bear bite??

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“After that camping trip with Wes and Shelley…”   Translation:  Don’t ever drag me out on another one of your “assignments,” that one almost (literally) killed me…

And so good to be back at Lost forest, where things are still green and not a scorched earth.  Do you suppose we will be getting served anytime soon regarding environmental impact and damage?

Rimshot!

Ba-boom, tshhhh… What amounts to a punch line, I guess…

And is that a tear rolling down her cheek?  I swear this lady needs to enroll in a 12-step program focused on device addiction… If she had meant that as a joke that would be one thing, but she is serious! Wes, dump her fast, this ship is going down!

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And with Wes’ foot wrapped properly, not picnic style, we also get another look at Cherry’s “shoulder.”  Faker!  Not so much as a tear to her blouse… Also looks like Mark and Wes were able to keep up with their hygiene, shaving anyway.  Wes is still a little bit rumpled, but Mark looks ready for his next assignment!

But, but…

That’s it?  They are at the Ranger Station?  Just like that?  No monsters lurking in the deep waters of Rhododendron Lake?  No rogue waves to capsize the canoe, no afternoon squall to swamp their craft?  Where’s Shelley’s Phone?  Cherry’s Gun?  The summons and complaint for all the damage they did to the wilderness- fighting the fire that is no doubt still raging out of control?!

What exactly is THE BEST YOU CAN?  With that laconic expression on your face, it would seem that you are called to minister to wayward campers with Bear bite quite often?  Any you clearly could not have done much, unless you had Mrs. Trail take her shirt off and put it back on, ravaged shoulder notwithstanding… We know she has shoulders, what with the Betty Page pose she struck over sandwiches at the end of the Rod Bassy epic…

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Ranger WILSON? Of course it is.  Again, little to no diversity in the Trailverse.  And where the heck is WES?  I mean he had a foot bound up like a lettuce wrap, and not a mention of that poor man and his travails?  And when Rangers aren’t putting people up in their makeshift field hospitals (note the portable screen right out of a 50’s hospital room…) they are doing what?  Making TRAVEL ARRANGEMENTS of course…

I think Mr. Elrod was getting bored with this story.  No doubt the next scene will be with EDITOR BILL ELLIS, BACK IN HIS NEW YORK OFFICE… “Um, Bad news, boss… despite best efforts to charm Wes’ wife into loving the wild, he has been threatened with divorce if he doesn’t stop throwing money at the magazine….”

 

Please don’t make me spell…

…Rhododendron again…

…and apparently they were able to put the canoe into the magical stretching machine which allows all of them to fit… And it would seem that these plot lines are planned WELL in advance, written with forward hindsight, knowing that some vague throwaway reference to a RANGER STATION would be their way out of the wilderness…  Lesson here, intrepid campers- always know your way out whenever you venture in…

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Although I am happy that it appears they won’t be dogged by near starvation and be tempted by cannibalism, this story is wrapping up a little too quickly for me… I mean we only met Wes and Shelley in mid-April for crying out loud…  But what a scar they left on Mother Earth…  Will Mark write a story about this?  Lessons learned?  Good camping gone bad?  It will have to be part of his recompense… That, and forcing Doc to mortgage Lost Forest to pay for the damages incurred…

That’s right Mark, show a little tenderness…

The perfect Trailian response to a near-mauling… touch her in as patronizing and  condescending a way possible on the tip of the nose and inquire as to general well-being.  Perfect Tralian response to clumsy demonstrations of affection:  Inform life mate that you are OK, but that the bear might have done lasting damage to your shoulder…

Again, Mark is clearly quite a shot.  That’s two shots to graze in two attempts, kneeling in a wobbly canoe.

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Cherry’s shoulder may have taken a beating, but it’s clear her hair did not!  What DOES she use?  (She’ll never tell…) and how does she maintain that spunky look, even after a death defying, harrowing experience??  It’s all for her man, Mark…  She knew he’d come eventually…

But seriously, folks, let’s look at the collateral damage… A wildfire raging out of control, a plane leaking fuel and oil high above the tree-line, a Mother Bear so confused and humiliated she ran off without her cub…  I mean really, ever heard of “Leave no Trace??”  Apparently not… There will be Heck to pay once the Ranger finds out who started all of this!

So, I guess it’s going to be…

The Bear!  I mean Cherry!  I mean, I don’t even know who I am rooting for at this point! Comparing relative body position from yesterday it would appear that the bear is dragging Cherry off to her den!!  Grazing Mother Bear’s backside is probably only going to piss her off… but Cherry is doing a GOOD JOB of playing dead, so good in fact that report from a rifle doesn’t even cause her to flinch, or even look up in wonder?

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Good thing Cherry has her puffy jacket on!  One more layer to confuse Mother Bear as she looks to hit flesh and bone…  Has she a sense of/ a taste for human?  Is this all new to her?  And the sound and the sting of the bullet?  She must be thinking, “This started out like any other day, you know??”  Nice that the trace of the bullet can be seen going PAST the “Old Grizzly” because we only really want to scare her off and not leave her cub alone without her support…  what a dilemma THAT would be!!  We shall have to wait until Monday to see whether this shot across the stern had the intended effect!

go ahead… nudge me again… this time with your mouth open and teeth bared…

Good thing this is an “old” grizzly and not a “young, rash” one, good that her belly is full of fish (or grape nuts or whatever else bears eat…) so that the first thought is not food, but rather protection.  The only thing Cherry is not doing, according to the literature, is curling up into a fetal position.  Or standing up and standing the bear off, or punching the bear in the nose, all of which turn up as real advice when asked “what to do in this situation??”  Needless to say the jury is still out on that, and one should do anything one CAN do to keep oneself out of this kind of predicament!

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But almost as if by magic, the canoe appears in panel two, sneaking up on the threatened bear, looks like Mark has the gun raised at the ready and is surveying the situation… “Cherry or the Bear, the Bear or Cherry… gosh why does life have to be so confusing at times…  My Trail-brain knows what is the ‘right thing to do,’ but golly wouldn’t Doc and Rusty be disappointed if I had to tell them that Cherry was sacrificed to the greater good?”

I Think Cherry is Toast…

But again I say, Cherry, Get your gun!  At the rate the mother Grizzly is closing in, and given her abilty to reach up 10-12 feet, not to mention her ability to climb or even to knock down the snag of a tree seen as sanctuary, all I can say is that Mark better be a damn good shot!

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But oh, the selfless Cherry, content to shove Shelley’s white ass up the tree while she looks over her shoulder at the bear…  funny, but I recall Mark mentioning a special place to go camping, not far from a Ranger Station… not this hell hole full of danger around every corner…  OK, so most of what we are seeing here has been self-inflicted…  but still.

That’s no BEAR… That’s a GRIZZLY!!

 

Clever of Shelley to perceive that the smaller of the two bears is the cub… the cute, round, oversized ears that need to be grown into is clearly the give-away here… and that’s right, Cherry, make sure tht Shelley RUNS so that the bears can give chase and Mother bear can teach baby bear how it’s done- how we keep bellies full and energy up… but then there are always those misconceptions about Bears and what to do when confronted… climbing a tree is a shaky plan at best, especially when it involves having to beat the bear TO the tree and then actually CLIMB said tree…

Cherry, where’s your damn gun?  You had it when you went running from camp inferno!

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But Mark & Wes are almost there, and Mark is packing, at least he was before… 

 

oh. look. a. bear. we. better. get. there. fast.

Well, if there was ever a time to over-emote and use REALLY LARGE FONT, it would be, like, right now.  But I suppose not… And Cherry, what exactly ARE you doing with your hands?  Shielding your eyes from the what? The sun?  Given the pallet chosen for these Armageddon quality scenes, I would assume that the sun has been blotted from the sky…

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I see by the ribbing and the construction that Mark and Wes are traveling in style- the model a-45 Old Town Canoe- which again was stored carefully for the next time the owner of the “abandoned” cabin hiked in.  Won’t they be surprised to find their canoe missing, but I suppose not- not when they don’t take the time to lock it up!

If a thought bubble were to pop up over Wes’s blonde locks, I imagine it would say something like, “You go, Bear! My evil plan is almost coming to fruition, even if it means that I might be stuck out here in the woods, Survivor style for a few more weeks… at least I won’t have to serve that spoiled brat breakfast in bed any more…”

But then we will probably never learn who the blonde in the frame on the bedstand is…     frame

 

Mommy Bear not Happy…

Oops, forgot the Bear family in the Disney/ Bambi Montage the other day… Mommy Bear looking a might pissed off, and Cherry, WHERE is your GUN?!? You had it a couple of frames ago, and now there isn’t even a glimpse of it!

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It would seem that Shelley really has only two “looks” (hey one more than Zoolander, but OK, then…) 1) The “I am pissed and deprived and my cell phone doesn’t work” and 2) “I feel a massive migraine coming on,” an example of which is being displayed nicely in Frame 2…

But guess what?  The Canoe won‘t hold all of you!! Ha!  This will force them to play the “cannibals and missionaries” game trying to see how they cross the lake without getting eaten…  only this time it has to do with Bears and other top predators being chased to the lake shore by the massive forest fire!