So following up on last week’s visit to Gene Fade’s Mtn., I returned again this past Saturday for more hiking and pictures and overall fun. Below is a pipe tunnel under an exit ramp from The Way, at the edge of a tiny memorial park where I parked my car.
Within the same tiny park: some rock stairs on either side of a creek running laterally through it, as yet unnamed by me.
Just up a ridge on the other side of the road from here exists the birthplace of famed mossman actor Gene Fade, known for being a 2nd wheel in all those Salad Bar Jack action adventure flicks to Salad Bar himself (played by Grassy Knoll of course). The village is called Jupiter’s Rock or Jupiter Rock or just Jupiter, I suppose, with a central or “downtown” area probably existing on or next to this rock shelf.
And here’s the red mark on the Jupiter Rock itself just around the corner, which reminded pioneer mossman settlers of Jupiter’s red spot that they could actually see with their powerful, naked eye vision. So the legend goes.
On the next ridge south and then uphill exists the Weaving Place that I visited last week as well. This time I brought the fabled Bee’s Line itself, originally laid out in Kentucky in the 4 Valley Regions of neighboring Herman Park. My plan was to weave the line between 2 trees here to assess further potential overlaps and meanings of the markings I made previously at Kentucky. Well, the line was incredibly easy to tangle, and although I managed a weave of sort, I didn’t feel that it produced any real meaning this day. Below is a picture of the futile effort; I just decided to slide the string down on the trunks I wrapped it around so that deer wouldn’t trip over it.
From the Weaving Place — which I might rename in light of the inability to actually weave the Bee Line here in any successful way — it was a fairly sharp descent through the open woods to the trail on the northern side of the mountain, also traversed this past weekend. Having failed with my weaving project just up the hill, my fantasy inclined attention instead focused on the queer rock art found all along about 800 feet of this trail, or what I now consider to be a true outsider art piece probably on pair with even Dongoba’s profound rock temples discovered in late 2011.
I recounted the involved fence posts today, and found they numbered 80 and not the 81 or 82 I thought the previous weekend. But it was only in the middle of the night after I returned home that Hucka D. helped me understand this: at the time I first came upon this running fence art project of 80 posts the previous Sunday, the Frank and Herman Einstein! Blog also contained exactly 80 posts as well, blog posts in this case. Since the fence was so strongly highlighted by topping rock or rocks (about 60 of the 80 posts had such rocks), I knew the blog and this art piece made a one-to-one fusion of some psychic kind. As I wrote a syncher friend soon after this discovery, my short and crazy conclusion was that as the blog was about highlighing Frank Park, now Frank Park was highlighting the blog back in its own way (!!) Bizarre.
Post #1 of 80 is pictured below.
More post examples.
Looking the other way from the fence toward a stupid development diseasing a mountaintop in the distance.
Right to left below, we have posts 61, 62, and 63, with 1, 2, and 3 topping rocks respectively. Overall I feel there is a vague internal match between fence posts and blog posts, but nothing pinpoint synchy as yet. Still examining… and this 1-2-3 surface resonance could be a gateway into deeper connections, for example.
The 80th and final post.
I also couldn’t help but notice that the 5 lines made by the fence wires going across the posts echo the look of the Bee’s Line weaving I attempted at the Weaving Place just above this, especially before I lowered the involved string to the ground.