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Category Archives: Frank Park
Immediate concerns
Should be a wetter week in Blue Mountain. Frank and Herman Parks are probably closed off until the weekend. That’ll put me at April 18th, but I might have to go to Mythopolis to help mom that day. Spring is progressing (!). I must think of how to use the Whitehead X-ing environment during warmer weather. I’ve created or traced the Contemplation Loop of the Crossing last August, I believe. Can I walk it more this summer? What about Concreek, which was a successful summer focus in 2012?
Living in the woods during the summer is not an option now. Maybe when I retire I can camp out again. But I have a history of this. In, let’s see, 1982, I lived from May through the middle of September in a tent in woods just west of Blue Mountain State College. Then in May or June 1984 I even built a kind of primitive teepee at another location near Blue Mountain, although I only “lived” there for a month. I stuck an umbrella on top to keep out the rain. Another stay in a tent ensued in August 1984 at roughly the same spot. I remember it being an extremely dry month, rare for August certainly. I have not taken pictures of these places for the blog. Maybe I should. Oh, there’s one of the tent location here (first 5 photos; but I didn’t produce any text for this particular post 😦 ):
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/08/05/about-rl-01/
Michael Two created several habitats in the local parks, including what I call Michael Won in Frank Park (where I first met him) and then Michael Too as well on a ridge of Wealthy Mtn. in Herman Park.
And now someone is building a teepee at Whitehead Crossing — not Michael Two in all likelihood. Another parallel self? I think so in a way, in a manner. One of my goals before retirement is to secure a location for a woods cabin or shed or equivalent. Perhaps a teepee will suffice.
When I worked at Maynard Jackson’s Cafeteria in the Blue Mountain Mall during the mid-80’s, a number of my friends were living in teepees, an inspiration for my own more humble attempt. Toy happenings have kinda replaced the desired for forest living quarters. But where is all this heading, I ask myself? I’m going to retire not too soon but not too far off in the future. I’ll have more time for camping. The wife will probably not join me for many of these excursions. How about just *buying* a cabin next to the woods. It doesn’t seem the same. Still I must think of practicality.
The woods stays ended when Edna and I began dating in 1986. Houses became a focus. Eventually we bought one, where we still live. A big attraction was the woods to our north, west, south however, that I’d already explored a bit beforehand. This is the intra-hiking space I mentioned in a recent blog post, the one that has been deactivated by neighborhood degeneration. And with it, the dreams of a permanent home in Blue Mountain have evaporated too.
A key word: permanence. Perhaps Frank and Herman Parks can provide it instead.
Filed under Blue Mountain, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
Warmer Weather Hiking
Middletown/Ashville wilds are basically closed up to me until October. Even moreso for Mythopolis: November. I’m stuck with Blue Mountain now in terms of off trail hiking. I’m going to try to extend this into May up here.
What closes them up? The heat for one thing. Wearing shorts is not an ideal situation for off trail (Blue Mountain has a lot of mountain nettles, for example). Gnats for another. And a big one: poison ivy/oak. This goes triple for Middletown. This goes triple times triple for Mythopolis. Up here the poison ivy is around but scarcer. There’s some in Whitehead Crossing, for example, but you can pick your way around it, especially if you have a rough idea of its location beforehand. Growing up in Mythopolis was quite different. There you’d have vast fields of nothing but poison ivy sometimes to deal with. That’s a huge plus for Blue Mountain even in comparison with Middletown, where the poison ivy situation is between the two.
Then we come to the wildlife critters, and I think especially here of snakes. Don’t want to step on a snake in the undergrowth. Now Blue Mtn. has it’s share of snakes for sure, but again Mythopolis trumps it, and Middletown, once more, lies between the two in terms of the risk of stumbling upon one of the feared creatures. When I lived in Durham I found that snakes were all over the place — no chance of practical off trail hiking during summer months atall. In Blue Mtn. — Whitehead X-ing once more — you can get away with it.
So: gnats, poison, snakes. That’s the big 3 in terms of living things. I suppose we should add mosquitoes in with gnats, but they’re not as everpresent.
Other critters I’m semi worried about are bears, but I’ve only run across one in all my hiking days, and I encountered him/her on a designated hiking trail. This is one reason I don’t do a lot of off trail hiking at Granddaddy Mtn. Another is conservancy issues. Bees/hornets are also something to think about, especially ground nests. Wolves/coyotes are around; foxes. And I’ve found what is most likely a skunk hole recently at Drink Lake that I need to avoid in the future. Raccoons might be worth pondering.
The woods are just a more dangerous place in warmer weather. The now foliated trees do not allow rocks to dry as quickly, raising chances of slipping on them when wet. And heavy rain, often unforecasted, comes more frequently in the summer.
And so I don’t accomplish a lot of off trail hiking even in relatively safer Blue Mountain. Now *England* might be different. There’s not many snakes. There is *no poison ivy/oak*. The heat is much less of a problem, and I assume the gnats and skeeters as well. England would be *ideal* for summer, intra-woods hiking. If you had enough woods.
And that’s where the advantage shifts to Blue Mountain, once more. Blue Mtn. has woods in spades. Whitehead Crossing is still a center.
Still rock’n!
Stream
“Stream” might still be important.
This is the same as George Harris’ Son’s Branch, the one looping around our Blue Mountain house. It has its origins on the north side of Herman Park. Protected. But then shortly entering unprotected area as it snakes toward our house, our neighborhood. Our degenerated ridge. Along the way it passes through Harrisonia — unprotected, true, but still with energy. A shed sits in the middle: Harrisonia Central. Who put this shed there? Did they build it on the spot?
From the same 2008 post, CREEK is now called Tile Creek, more commonly known as Yards Creek, however, to non-Tilists. RIVER is the same as Spoon Fork, the main waterway of Frank Park. Not yet known about at the time of this post is Whitehead Crossing, and the importance of its Green Stream lying kind of in the middle of all 3.
The designations have changed. The flows have become more personalized. All revolves, seemingly, around Whitehead Crossing now. Red Head, Greenhead, Whitehead. Blue Skies Mr. above all.
Filed under Blue Mountain, Frank Park, Harrisonia, Herman Park, Spoon Fork, Tile Creek, Whitehead Crossing
Breaktime
“Carrcassonnee is not going to return to groundside Collagesity. She’s made up her mind. She will remain in the skybox until the day Collagesity is no more. You might as well build the temple around her in disguise.”
bb:
Hmmm. The Skies. Like Herman’s mansion?
Hucka D.:
You might as well give[ Collagesity] up. It can return later. The focus should be on OUT THERE. While you still have it.
bb:
I could rent a 4096 later… for experiments. I have Crow the Keyboard, the new baby of the house. I need to work on protecting the carrcasses more, obviously.
Hucka D.:
What’s to think about?
bb:
But this *would be it*[ for Collagesity].
Hucka D.:
Yes.
bb:
Let me think about it. I suppose I could talk to Carrcassonnee still.
Hucka D.:
She’s upset with you.
bb:
Ah, I don’t blame her.
Hucka D.:
Will take a bit of time to get over.
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Hucka D. had to fly away to take care of some pleasure in Frogtown, US of A, as he put it. I suspect Jennifer may be involved once more. Must, then, think of the possibilities for Collagesity. In the virtual world I am essentially alone. Also, my facebook connections are weakened. There is no support group, really, for audiovisual synchronicity any more, unlike the olden golden days. I have not had any real collagist/artistic friends in a while. My work co-workers are either transferring or distancing themselves from me, it seems. I have to think alone these days — it is best perhaps. What do *I* want?
Well, I want to stay in the house we have for the period we remain in Blue Mountain. Edna and I talked about that yesterday, among other things. We had a bit of a fight in Abington, very similar to the one we had almost exactly a year ago in the same town and under the same circumstances. Queer. I expressed my recent disappointment in Charleston[ SC] somewhere along the way. I don’t like the coffee as much, I don’t like the food as much, and I don’t like the beer as much. But we can work around this. We have Folly Beach now: more of a focus with its healthier seafood critters and seaside beer of 2 types that I still certainly enjoy and are worth the prices. Folly is still a good place. Part of it is people — a big part. People don’t eat as healthy as they use to, and food is increasingly fried and not boiled. Same thing for the baked and stuffed potatoes we once enjoyed in Blue Mountain. Salad bars have been kind of ruined by dessert bars — more unhealthiness.
I need a break from eating out. I have a sound condition. I don’t really like most craft beers. Middletown is a center of craft beers, but I will most likely not be playing a significant role in the revolution. I need to cut back on drinking a bit.
We have a triangle of influences, a secondary color triad. Like in The Who song, the new boss has become the same as the old boss. Movement away. I thought about this triangle while sitting on Grey Seal a couple of years back. It hasn’t really changed all that much.
I had a dream of a giant snake, once more. All it wanted to do is to live. We could not allow that. It was *crafty*. Last night I dreamed of alligators coming to get me on a sandy isle. Some snakes there too.
The work pressures of last year have lessened but the energy has transmuted. Things are changing; things are moving apart now. Spread out. I wonder if Carrcassonnee considers herself the Real McCoy still. But that must be the direction I am moving to now. A new center. We’ll see.
Filed under Blue Mountain, Charleston, Frank Park, Whitehead Crossing
Blue Duck, er, Drake
General idea: Blue Drake formed or energized or crystallized in 1978, same year as the release of both Duck Stab/Buster and Glen by The Residents and also Strange Days by Story Room. 2 fer 1.
All important Rubisea separated dark (Lycanthrope sim) from light (Blue Drake sim).
At the same time, baker b.’s CHRO system was seeded and started to expand *on a diagonal*. Later it was found both Strange Days and DSBG were built upon a Diagonal (starting at Six Feet Under + Constantinople), as recently explained to Chuck at his namesake loop in Frank Park. This is also where baker b. and Chuck separate as composers. What is the relationship of Chuck and Artie J. Spongeberg and baker b. now? They still seem blended.
Yes, it probably isn’t coincidence that Rubi has its own well documented Diagonal (now stretching across an entire virtual continent!).
Gene Fade’s Mtn. certainly seems to have a lot to do with music these days.
Maebaleia background story from the Baker Blinker Blog:
https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/category/maebaleia-continent/
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Frank Park, Gene Fade's Mtn., Heterocera, Maebaleia/Satori, Rubi^
Genes 03
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“Well….? What did you and Chuck talk about?!”
bb:
Hi Hucka D. Well, we talked about the diagonal, starting at Constantinople. The diagonal in W4N1. I told him that’s how Story Room made their grand entrance into the world of carrcasses, [in] +3 to be exact.
Hucka D.:
You and he became one within that loop. Great! You told him about synchronicity wedged between intent and chance, starting in Dark Side of the Rainbow. That’s where it all starts. That’s where it will always start.
bb:
Yes. DSOTR isn’t chance and it isn’t intent. Not at the core. That leaves synchronicity. That’s the seed. Then the seed sprouts and turns into SID’s 1st Oz. I told him about Bunny Boy “What’s Up Doc?” How perhaps the strangest thing of all is that 8 songs were left from the album after I scoured it for synchs matches in the, let’s see, 4 previous synchs, starting with, um we call that one… hafta check…
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/c-10-02/
Looks like I decided to call it “Black Man”. That’s the ending track to What’s Up Doc? And that table in [the] “C-10” [post] is that of Carrcass-10.*
Hucka D.:
Did you actually get to watch Carrcass-10? With Chuck I mean?
bb:
Well, we drove out to Frank Park to walk the loop. I should say that although this visit by Chuck of Story Room was similar to that of Roger Pine Ridge, it was channeled from the future this time to make safe.
Hucka D.:
9 months as I understand. Too early. Too soon. But good for safety, yes. Chuck didn’t hit you over the head with a beer bottle in this imaginary channeling session I’m assuming (laughs).
bb:
No. Not this time [around]. He was very cordial as you can imagine, and showed great interest in what I was saying. I was trying to tell him that his work — and I emphasized the later stuff here, like “What’s Up Doc?” — would stand the test of time. This is [the information that] the synchronicities provided me.
Hucka D.:
And your synchronicities, your carrcasses, would [stand the test of time] as well.
bb:
I suppose so, Hucka D. After all, the synchronicities are dependant on the musical and video sources. They have to stand the test of time hand in hand or it doesn’t work. They must go together.
Hucka D.:
So The Shining, “What’s Up Doc?”, and Carrcass-10 all walk together down the road of time.
bb:
I guess so.
Hucka D.:
But he also urged you to [re-]become a composer yourself. He said you are not him, and that you must make your own path.
bb:
True, we shared the loop, walking around and around again and chatting. He said he thought “What’s Up Doc?’ contained a special energy as well. A rekindling of the peak of the golden days. I told him I thought “What’s Up Doc?” was about as strong as “Strange Creek” from 1978. He seemed pleased.
Hucka D.:
No one likes to hear their glory days are far behind them. True that was [the peak of] their classic period. But you can have several peaks. The carrcasses themselves now have several peaks. And the peaks are the same [between the carrcasses or synchronicities and the Story Room albums in question]. That’s the really cool part. At some point…
bb:
The Diagonal…
Hucka D.:
The two flows latched onto each other. They cannot be separated in time/space. They have intertwined, intermingled. They walk a loop together. But they are not the same.
bb:
I’m trying to remember what else we talked about… took a while to explain the audiovisual synchronicities.
Hucka D.:
Did he accept that “What’s Up Doc?” was composed with Carrcass-10 in the background — The Shining?
bb:
Maybe.
Hucka D.:
He didn’t follow you up the hill. To Priorsburg?
bb:
No. We stopped walking the loop and got back in the car to go home. He had to leave the next day.
Hucka D.:
You watched synchronicities that night?
bb:
We watched “What’s Up Doc?” The videos.
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* I got confused here and didn’t finish my train of thought. I was attempting to explain to Chuck that 7 of the remaining 8 (of 19 total) tracks of What’s Up Doc?, the ones I had left over after the mentioned “scouring”, were then employed in Carrcass-10. And they fit *perfectly* each and every one. No holes. “How could this be?” I asked Chuck as we continued to pace around the loop. We were nearing the bridge across the creek that led from the mostly drained pond. I later counted the rungs: 19 total.
Filed under Carrcass Artists, Frank Park, Gene Fade's Mtn.
Gene Fade’s Mtn.
Below we have a shot of Supersity, currently with a winnebago perched on top where its Super Hoop use to be. I can’t return to these rocks until the “squatters” leave. But that’s okay — I have my pictures. And it’s slightly outside Frank Park anyway.
But the 80 post fence art *still stands* on the north side of neighboring Gene Fade Mtn.. Coolie! I suppose passing hikers keep this up, because the rocks are more numerous now than ever on this 80th and last post. Original *post* on this subject here. LINK.
I believe this is an apple tree, with an open arch at its base.
Rock cliff overlooking the Trident Stream region to the west just off the same trail with the 80 post art piece. Granddaddy Mtn. looms in the distance.
Interesting, fairy-like base of another tree. This could be in the location Hucka D. has called Priorsburg, where a direct ancestor of Gene Fade use to live (“Gene Prior”). I don’t think Gene Fade himself has visited the place, however. Could be wrong. This Priorsburg is on the west side of Gene Fade’s Mountain. Gene himself was born on the east side, at Jupiter Rock. But again all this history isn’t quite nailed down yet. Several new developments have come about on the mountain recently, including “Chuck’s Loop.”
The Weaving Place revisited. I don’t recall this twinned tree at its center…
… nor these similarly twinned rocks. More on all this soon, I’m guessing.
Filed under Frank Park, Gene Fade's Mtn.
Return of the WIS Map
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/return-to-the-wis-map/
This mysterious WIS center that all Frank and Herman Parks seem to revolve around is obviously Red Head in a way, in a manner.
Filed under Frank Park, Herman Park, Whitehead Crossing
Sunklands 