Daily Archives: August 12, 2015

The miraculous top of The Hill. I didn’t expect *this* at all: some kind of old children’s fort or perhaps a squatter’s former home. Complex and also dilapidated enough that it’s difficult to tell exactly what it once was. I’ll let my overexposed pictures attempt to speak the story for now.

Angel lying in front of what appears to be a door. Front? Again I can’t really make much heads or tails of the structure.

Nearby rotting trunk with an old stick of deodorant.

There’s what appears to be some native rocks in the vicinity as well.

Back down at The Road.

And now further down at The House. Is this our yard???

The Hill in reference to the Blue Mountain Urban Landscape. Technically it is part of that landscape I would assume. ALO on Leola Creek is in the center of the background.

The Hill is a marvelous marvelous place in the center of Blue Mountain city. It’s clearly magical and has ways to protect itself from development. But for how long? That has become a key question. A key question indeed. 10 years out — well that’s probably okay. But if it starts to get developed next year then that’s more of a problem. Much more. Of course I’d rather not see it developed *ever* but this is a growing city and The Hill represents an improbable spot of leftover nature. It will be razed. Just a matter of time.

We start nearer the bottom of the hill at The House. The House? Is it our house? It is in a probable reality. More on that soon. The bricks here might become part of a New Monkey City. Have I mentioned Monkey City on this blog? A couple of time, especially in connection with “another” New Monkey City over in Frank park near Whitehead Crossing.

A pretty straight path goes in a northeast direction up the hill from the road below, reaching a point formerly called The Beach. The Beach on The Hill, ha. I haven’t visited this place in maybe 20 years. Maybe 30. And it’s really changed. I remember it to be covered with moss and lichen, which are nowhere to be seen now.

Before starting up The Path we detour to a bank (The Bank?) that gives us a nice view of a commercial strip below us and then ol’ Blue Mountain itself rearing up in the background.

After about the length of Blue Mountain State College’s football field, this path crosses the grassy remains of an old road that runs around the south and west side of the hill. I suppose this becomes, then, The Road. More capitals.

If you follow the old road northward from here you soon come back into civilization in the form of Blue Mtn. residents’ backyards on a bordering northern street. Here we see faux deer in one of those backyards. Didn’t come when called.

We jump to the top of The Hill now with this picture, or more specifically, the edge of a pretty steep bank marking its western side. I thought I’d include the photo because of possible light spirits involved. Spirits of The Hill. Probably not, but also probably worth a thought anyway.

Moss covered rock at the base of a tree passed as we approach the top from the other side.

Then following The Path *down* from the top soon brings us to The Beach. I suppose I’ll still call it that even though it has nothing of the appearance it did before that gave it a beach-y feel.

Purple mushroom on The Hill.

Red leaves on The Hill. Is it Fall already? Jees.

Picnic table near Point-1 is getting more rickity. Pizza time! Maybe they didn’t like their pizza and pitched a fit there. Put their foot down about it, ha.

There’s that deer again! And in the same exact spot. LINK I’ve seen quite a number of deer now in the Urban Landscape. Surprising since there’s so relatively little of the woods there. Deers adapt.

I believe this stringy yellow plant is called Golden Dodder, a parasite.

I took this picture beneath the Point-0 Bridge and didn’t realize the woman to the right (between columns) was sitting there beside the creek until a minute later. I’m not sure what she was doing, but later I spotted plants arranged on a rock near where she was sitting. Offering to the creek?

Green. Just green.

Canine Pool has been filled to the brim with recent rain. We’ve had some downpours lately.

It’s obvious that during heavy rain Canine Pool spills over into the road, perhaps flooding these apartment houses at times. Not wonderful.

And this day I was very excited because complementary Molar Pool was also filled with water. It’s shallower still of course. I’m not sure why one manhole cover in front of it is colored blue. Is this symbolic of the pools themselves which it’s positioned between? One blue (with water) and one not usually? Who knows what messages the Urban Landscape taunts in our face to recognize?

This is a car nearer Point+1 celebrating the life of a famous Blue Mtn. State College football coach. I’m not sure why the car is painted dark brown instead of blue. Oh… blue paint again (!).

And again! (picnic tables even nearer Point+1)