I’ve circled back to Bigfoot on the Swamp (aka Red) Road.
Looking up: lattice of limbs, filled with chirping birds at this time.
Looking down: Spool Table, which I might rename Brian Head after the recently killed Barbie head, the sole casualty of the toy/junk happening that I know of. Because that’s her (his?) quizzical name as I’ve indicated before: Brian Head. Not coincidentally, there’s a place of that name in Iron County, Utah. I knew a man who owned a cabin there once, way up on the side of a mountain. Perhaps he still does. He claimed he wanted to write a blockbuster film script for Kirk Douglas, who has so far lived to a ripe old age of 98. But clearly my old Brian Head friend is running out of Father Time on his mission.
But what of the blue mushroom and matching blue plastic ring at the center of the table? The answer to that particular question and many others weren’t to be found this day. Bigfoot largely remains a mystery wrapped in an enigma seasoned with puzzle pieces.
The 3 bricks topped with metal caps in the happening, each one holding up a specific curve of the marble track. They are, in descending track order…
#1:
#2:
And #3 (left, background):
And there’s a fourth cap in Bigfoot as well, with similar look and function but without an accompanying brick. You can see it in the foreground of the below photo, perched on the edge of the spool table. It’s sometimes called Walking Cap or Walking Ball to differentiate it from the other 3 of its ilk.
The day before, I brought in a number of other marbles to test on the track mainly. 2 others made it down without stopping or flying off, just like Greenilocks the day before that. 2 more brides were also brought in for the new winners. But, in my ear now, I’ve been corrected by Hucka D, who states there was only one wedding during the happening. The rest of what he’s telling me about mismatched bridesmaids and groomsmen isn’t making much sense, so I’ll leave it out of the blog for now.
Moving to the left side of the table we have dead Brian Head and matching Starbucks’ female head logo on the 4 shot latte I brought to the camp this day. Story behind the image here; I’ve never really thought about it until now! *
More details concerning the track before its subsequent dismantlement…
Taum Sauk is now out of his chair and sitting on the atv, clearly itching to start his exploring trip. Let’s see where he goes!
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* Quotes like this from the official Starbucks article about the image makes her sound queerly Hucka D.-like:
She means something different to every one who sees her, who knows her. For me she’s kind of the final say on the spirit of everything I write and everything we do. Even as I’m writing this, I wonder what she thinks. (She likes it, by the way.)
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