…with all honor and privileges… The Trail clan will never live this one down…  I smell cover up in the making… a “wildfire,” no doubt caused by a lightning strike, will now proceed to consume thousands of acres of otherwise pristine habitat… oh the homelessness that will ensue!  The carnage!  The loss of life!  And that’s not even counting the people involved!

But what of the shrapnel produced by the exploding 20-pounder?  I mean, really, that should have torn right through even the heaviest of canvas tents and spoiled the pajama party!  Not that I am wishing, mind you, but one would think that the blast would have gone out concentrically and not given either of these silly humans the slightest quarter…

Again, this is a pretty dark story as all Fans of Mark Trail must by now admit…  “When Good Camping goes Bad” is probably the working title for this story line.  So while Valhalla burns, Mark and Wes are cozy in their little found cabin by the lake… will new characters be introduced?  What if the cabin isn’t truly “abandoned” as Mark seems so sure to think…  Oh the mind races!

No waiting in aisle 3!  Step right up, ladies, let’s get you checked out!  BOOM!  Apparently the writers did their own YouTube research- what exactly does an overheated 20# tank of propane do when introduced to heat?  Produce a thundering explosion complete with fireball…

And together they both exclaim, “What in the world is that?” Really?  No “What the’s…”? But maybe that exclamation is reserved for Mark himself…  Since Mark would never let the F-enheimer fly past his lips and since we are rarely given a chance to see what is going on in the private Trail-brain, we now imagine what the missing word is!

But back to the story, dark and getting darker…  if the objective was to introduce Shelley to the “great outdoors,” and get her to like it, it would seem that this is only going from bad to worse…

Such a look of abject terror on Cherry’s face, though, the like of which I doubt we have ever seen.  Could this be the end?  Could they be stranded in the woods, only jammy-clad and helpless?  Will they all make it back alive, or will Doc now have to raise Rusty?  What of Mark and Wes?  Surely this explosion and fireball will be seen from almost anywhere in the time zone… And did Wes file a flight plan?  Did Mark take out a camping permit?  Surely there are administrative bread crumbs that would lead people to them once Big Brother notices that their plans have not been maintained…

But Oh Boy!  Who could have seen this one coming?  Cherry Trail!  Fire still smoldering???  And I though you knew the Outdoor Code!!  Certainly you know that an unattended campfire needs to be “cold to the touch!”  And to have set up the camp kitchen in such a way as to may this even possible…  propane next to fire-ring… NOT!

At least this answers the question as to rooming arrangements (I would say tenting, except that the cot/ mattress/ pillow/ pajama/ headroom configuration would not support such a notion) … what, no mint on the pillow?  I won’t even go into the whole ‘weight of equipment’ issue, since I am sure we are all tired of that by now… but really???

And there’s Shelley, all Eeyore-like… arms folded, bent over in despair… were they roused by the ruckus, or has she been moping all night on the edge of her bed??

But for those who are curious, and I suppose I am, there are any number of YouTube videos of “Propane tanks vs. Campfire/ .50 Caliber, etc…”  Why am I not surprised??  This should create quite an explosion if the “smoldering fire” is hot enough…

* * * From Uncle Lumpy at Comics Curmudgeon * * * 

Gah, how much stuff do these people take “camping”?  I realize they flew in by seaplane and Shelley likes her comforts and all, but here we’ve got full beds with mattresses and pillows, a cookstove with a 20-pound propane tank, not to mention table, chairs, canopy, rods, waders, and creels, plus Mark’s no-doubt impressive armory. And look at the size of that tent — I bet you could bowl in there.

Thank goodness Shelley and Cherry found room to pack their matching tailored Bettie Page loungewear, adding a note of retro luxury to the idea of “roughing it.”  Anyway, as soon as all the baggage and trees burn up in the coming forest fire, it will be refreshing to see Shelley save the day with a quick call to the rangers from her much-maligned cell phone.  After their ordeal, none of our adventurers will stray beyond two bars of reception ever again. It will make a GOOD story!