This past Sunday was another beautiful day here in Blue Mountain. Memories of late September rain, rain, rain seem almost like a bad dream now. And it will continue like this for another 4 or 5 days. I will return!
Below we have pictured yet another Bigfoot mystery: What are these decaying sports bags full of white rocks, numbering not just one but three? The wife thinks they may be stones brought to the old school for decorative landscaping purposes. Makes sense I suppose. But I believe I’m going to haul them and their contents down to Bigfoot the next time I get the chance. The bags are found in a field next to the skateboard park (note to self: take own bag to Bigfoot for the rocks).
Since there are 3 bags of white rocks here, I also think back to the triangle of “White towns” in eastern Grayson County, Texas, as elucidated in this 2014 post.
Nearby metal circle. Purpose?
Track, bench, goal post.
Then it’s down, down, down through the tiny pine forest and its traversing roads again to the site of the Bigfoot art happening. Today’s stage 3 didn’t come without casualties, I’m sorry to say. I stepped on poor little Barbie Head while wandering around and around the site, setting up my marble race track. But the other toy avatars didn’t seem too upset. For some reason, they called her not Barbie Head (isn’t this a Barbie?), not even *Brain* Head, but *Brian* Head during the brief wake, and perhaps that *is* her name, since they should know better than me. Is the seeming she actually a *he*? They also seem to think it fate that she/he was crushed in this manner during the happening, and at this stage even. “Three’s the charm”, they echoed several times during the wake. Taum Sauk never budged from his sitting chair, but perhaps that’s because he was the most upset of all of ’em. Spaceman James Franco instead presided over the wake.
A new toy avatar came to Bigfoot this day, specifically for the purpose of catching marbles at the end of the brand new race track seemingly. Marble Catcher is his official title. I do not know his proper name; all the other avatars just called him Catcher or just Catch. Blonde Star Girl seems to give tips about the task at hand. “Arms out, arms out!” she appears to say in coaching him. But the larger toy avatar pretty much did what he came to Bigfoot to do this day, with most racing marbles “caught” at the end. Well, there was really only one marble to catch, since only one successfully made it all the way around the track. We’ll get to him soon enough. *Greenilocks* is his name. Congrats Greenilocks!
Many other avatars chipped in to make this a successful stage 3. At-At Imperial Trooper moves in to prop up an important ending turn of the track, where Greenilocks had flown off one or two times because of too much speed. Problem solved. Thanks At-At Imperial Trooper! You truly are a trooper now in the sense of, a) “somebody who does something strenuous, or tedious for a long period of time without complaining, and, b) somebody who overcomes a tough situation.
I’m not sure what muscular, hook handed pirate man did this day, but thanks anyway! Just being there showed your support. (Note: the pirate is perhaps strangely obscured by At-At Imperial Trooper in the above picture.)
This is the whole, completed race track. Hard to take a good picture of it, so I’ll just move to the various parts in the next post. Suffice to say here that it begins on top of the spool table and ends at the bottom of same. This is what it was all leading up to. So far.
Race track looking from the opposite direction (west to east).