LA Unconfidential?

Hi, my name is George Atkins. Because of his time commitments, Dennis asked if I would pinch hit for him now and then and provide commentaries. So you might notice a slightly different style. But first, an apology: I should have published these initial commentaries earlier, but I misunderstood some instructions, much to my dismay. Second, please feel free to continue or start offering your own comments about the strip or even my contributions.
So, moving on…

The Sunday nature panels continue to align most closely with the traditional Mark Trail canon, a welcome continuity for long-time followers. The topic du jour is the beaver. According to its Wikipedia entry, the ultimate origin of the name “beaver” derives from an Indo-European word root meaning “brown.” So, aptly named! Beavers were almost hunted to extinction, mostly for their fur. Obviously, Rivera can only hit the high points in a comic strip. We must skip over a few details, such as the beaver’s capacity to take down a lot of trees when building habitats. However, forestry experts say the beaver’s positives outweigh the negatives. Good news! I think Rivera plays things pretty straight on Sunday and injects some pleasing, casual humor. I suggest the comic syndicate (North America Syndicate) start pushing the Sunday panels in the newspapers that dropped them because they were often boring. Not any longer!

As is typical in the Trailverse, when Mark has to travel, we immediately move from Lost Forest to a scene of a plane landing at some airport. Curiously, it looks like the plane is actually taking off. I think we must also forgive Rivera for concatenating the time element by having the pilot alert the passengers they are making their final descent when they are already just a few hundred feet above the airport! There is only so much space to get the story moving. Note also the totemic owl in the first panel. Here is our first candidate for next Sunday. I’m no ornithologist, but it looks like a Burrowing Owl. More educated readers may wish to correct me here.

Is Mark actually taken with those exotic scents for sale? Is he just being sarcastic? For old Mark Trail: No way. For new Mark Trail: Very likely. Maybe that’s why he apparently walked right by Reptiliannaire, who we see in the background holding a “Mark Trail” attention sign. Maybe Lizard-man was late getting there. Still, he had no trouble recognizing the large, flannel-shirted dude from the back!

Is this really “star treatment” as Rivera keeps bringing up? Where are the reporters and photographers? TMZ? Mark’s fans? Sure, the star rapper himself came to pick up Mark. And that is certainly some kind of recognition. But shouldn’t Reptiliannaire be accompanied by a coterie of vloggers and other media hacks? Perhaps Rivera is making a critique on the hollowness of “the star life.” Okay, I’m no deconstructionist.

Perhaps the last panel holds a clue: The eco-rapper asks Mark to provide comfort and aid to his pet iguana. Now Mark! Why are you perturbed by lizard-sitting duty? Or is it having to sit in the back? The back is where the star sits, Mark! Being chauffeured is part of the star treatment, so get with the program and put on your shades! Maybe you and Sherman will have a nice chat about the LA Scene.

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 than 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

The house is much bigger on the inside!!

Is it me, or did we suddenly travel to a new house? The Modest Ranch we encountered upon the green-wood-paneled Station Wagon’s arrival has suddenly blossomed into a grand foyer (pronounced foy-ay) complete with trophies… surprised there isn’t a stuffed manatee somewhere…

Meanwhile, Jolly and his daughter, who happens to be an attorney, plead their case about the “taking” and discrimination vis-à-vis their land…

Ha! Plot thickens! You are a mean old chiseler, Happy Trail! Admit it!

Apparently Mark want nothing to do with what is going on right now, even though it’s the reason for his being there- to write an article…

But what Mark does determine causes Happy to go all zombie in the eyes… and admit that he is mean and alone in this world…

Like I said, Mark and Happy must not talk much… A lot of water under the bridge, so to speak, and years of not seeing each other… could this be the beginning? Maybe even the end of this little yarn? Nice (O)possum!

Well Campers…

…time to get back at it.

The foreshadowing of the insects on the windshield… should have seen that coming…

…as more than the prodigal return…

Clearly Happy and Mark have not been in touch for a while… as Happy’s greatest fear- a grandson- makes itself known…

But onto the lesson, and I was wrong- it’s not about owls:

By the time we are done here, we will know more about Florida than we probably all care to know! But hang on, kids, we are about to witness a flashback

Mark, as a youth, getting the heck outa Dodge? Haunted by one’s past! Can’t be much fun!

Prodigal?

With Foxy Lady checking in on Mark’s progress, and strangely no mention of the boat-splosions that were no doubt all over the social media, Mark gets back to what? Work?

Have to admit I have never seen a green wood-sided station wagon…

Like I said, the story of the prodigal son (and I’m not scholar, I assure you) has to do with competition between sons for their father’s affections- one staying home and doing his duty, the other (prodigal) going off in the world to sow his oats, only to return, where his arrival is greeted with great joy, fatted calf, etc… Is there another son? Mark’s Brother that we haven’t met?

OK, now this is getting all meta… The ‘Mark Trail’ we knew and loved is now ‘Happy Trail’ and his son (with Cherry, Andy, Rusty and Doc) is now Mark Trail? Is this an episode of “Lost?”

You’re confused??

How about your faithful fanbase? Or what’s left of it??

Mark, you are a little bit underdressed for the casino, aren’t you? But then dress codes aren’t what they used to be… Seems like Mark and Cherry have been keeping quite a bit from each other…

Recall $20,000 is the cost of the inpatient treatment that Cherry’s mom needs to get her Borderline Personality Disorder sorted… At least Rusty has company now! Never swim alone!

Mark if you are thinking of your father, then I think you better think again… Unless there is another character to introduce in this unwieldy plot line…

And, OH! I missed the Sunday Lesson: Owls!

Swimming alone?

In what was a world replete with protagonists making sound, defendable choices, we now find ourselves running downhill with scissors in our hands… Sort of like Slylock Fox, “Find what’s wrong in this picture…”

Rusty swimming alone, Cherry hanging out in a casino, Mark leaving “Trails” of destruction, Cherry battling (literally) her family demons…

I predict that we will be learning about Owls this Sunday…

Teaser in the Tree

The cicada… more Florida Fauna. I guess the plan is to go deep wherever we happen to find ourselves…

Return to Rusty… the gangly youth. And the return of Mark, still no authorities in tow…

And as we might have expected, Mark is now the darling of the inter-webs… His dream of picking up followers growing nigh.

Haha, young man. Show a little respect, you know? or not… What’s with the Owls? Is the Owl Inn?

Daddy Issues

Well, Mark’s escapades are all over social media, and now he’s dealing with the realization that he comes from sinister stock…

Hahaha, Kelly… “Trail of Destruction…” I guess this isn’t the first time Mark has gone on a rampage. Why does Kelly look like a zombie, though? With only the whites of her eyes showing in the first panel? The last panel is stirring. Very dark, very brooding.

I will say this about Kelly- with her angular features and long-in-the-jaw profile, she not the siren of old. She looks more like someone you’d want on your side in a scuffle.

Well, there you have it… Mark, this is your story, no one else’s. Now if we can only follow along without getting lost!

Enter the Welly!

Let’s check out the Sunday Lesson! Important “Tips” to consider whilst wading in the surf! As overnight and daytime temps get stuck in the single digits, this looks pretty inviting…

Haha… I see what you did there… a little pop-culture reference to a TV show that overstayed its welcome! Certainly can’t accuse Mark Trail of that, can we??

Meanwhile, back to The Fugitive, errr, I mean Mark Trail…

Can’t really make out what’s in the foreground of the first panel above… Some large winged creature? A Seed pod of some kind? Anyway, as Mark and Cherry catch up on the latest, they have both earned some bruises and scrapes… at least Cherry (likely) will not have any scrapes with Local Law Enforcement…

More BuB (Blown up Boat) references… as this is clearly now Mark’s legacy, thanks to the Allen era. I doubt mark ever blew up a boat under Dodd/Elrod…

Yes. Plot twist indeed. In the old days, Mark couldn’t get rid of Kelly if he wanted to, but now he calls on her for help? What? Kelly with the power of a ka-jillion followers on her insta? What’s that gonna do in the face of Federal charges? Get him a Presidential Pardon?

A Pyrrhic Victory

The White Ibis is stoked, but Mark still has ringing in his ears. This is probably not what he had in mind when he went to interview his father as part of his assignment for Teen Girl Sparkle…

With not just his boat, but an entire fleet of boats aflame, Mark drags himself ashore to await his fate… This is so odd. Mark is on the other side of right and wrong. Actions and decisions have consequences… What will they be?

Abandon Ship?

As Mark continues to attempt his escape from the law, he sees his chance…

But not without smashing “Happy Sails” one last time…

Well, this brings a new definition to the notion of a Fireworks “Cake!”

Good bye, Happy Sails. See ya, helicopter. Adios, cruel world… What, is Mark going to hitch a ride with Mr. Shark? Learn how to breathe underwater (we saw him talk there a while back…)? Arriving with a Bang, I’d say, Ms. Rivera!