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October 13, 2012 · 1:34 am

Byng > Yards Mtn.

Several pictures of various objects found on the side of Yards Mtn. imported into Lion’s Roar, Byng… mostly bottles but also including some old pots and other stuff (some of which I can’t readily identify).

Especially pretty bottle here…

What appears to be a pentagon shaped rock in Byng at Lion’s Roar, or at least that’s what it looks like by the part you can see.

Lion’s Roar.

Moving now to the side of Yards Mtn., and an especially interesting rock found in a small valley on its northern side, perhaps about 200 feet below the summit or so. This valley contained a good number of such quartz veined rocks, although only a few approached or surpassed this one in size.

Curvy wurvy road leading from summit of Yards Mtn. Elevation here: about 4250 feet.

View east from around the same spot I took the above picture. Near peak leaf season here, it seems.

Standing on top of Herman Rock toward Herman’s Grave, namesake of the park. I was surprised the 2 were so close upon a return to snap this picture. I believe now even moreso that they are obviously related not only in name but in spirit as well.

The lightning bolt quartz vein of Herman Rock holds a key, as does the plaque on the grave. Are they 2 pieces of 1 overall puzzle? That’s what I could be looking at, despite the outward impossibility of the situation.

Byng & Environ

Possibly diseased plant leaf of unknown species, but possibly an umbrella plant (not a mayapple plant, however). Interesting serpentine patterns, whatever. Found near Lion’s Roar and Byng.

Like Kentucky, the below spot represents a flat, platform like area on a ridge above Flanigan’s Fork west of Byng. It lies just beyond the upper reaches of rhododendron on this ridge, and thus you have to climb to this spot to get over to the next ridge beyond, or to avoid the rhododendron bramble in other words. I haven’t named this particular flat place on the ridge yet (unlike Kentucky). Maybe Louisiana? It lies 2 ridges west of Kentucky at any rate.

Quite interesting rocks on the ridge to the west, in turn, of the one pictured above, the one separating the second and third valley of the 4 Valley Region here. Or more accurately, kind of between the top of the 3rd valley working our way west still, and this ridge.

A number of yards below this rock is an overhang essentially creating a very low ceiling, open cave of sorts. I’m now calling this spot Other Cave, and I found a broken bottle within, indicating a human presence sometime in its past. Very interesting, given the remoteness of the location, practically surrounded by rhododendron and pretty off the beaten path for certain. Did this forested area use to be a pastured meadow in some past time, by chance? Could be — I’ll keep checking. Or is the bottle of more recent origin? At any rate, it certainly brings to mind the shattered bottle of Kentucky, also in a remote spot and fairly nearby as well.

Returning to Lion’s Roar/Kansas, we have this interesting looking rock positioned where I cross Byng Creek to keep proceeding upstream in Kansas above Lion’s Roar. Looks like the knife shaped rock has a single eye. That dark spot near the “eye” is some kind of tiny black mollusk, perhaps a periwinkle.

Cascades just in front of the above pictured rock. No name for them yet, once again… but soon I suppose. Periwinkle Falls?

Picture of a nearby, large spider, perhaps a writing spider (lower center).

Quite interesting moss covered formation, also next to Periwinkle Falls as we’ll currently call them. This is now just below the cleared space known as Four Minutes, also notable as the start of Byng’s Mystery Trail.

Rock in Byng Creek just upstream from Periwinkle Falls, and right next to Four Minutes.

Four Minutes itself. More on this space soon.

A sun splashed Lion’s Roar with Byng running beside it and Periwinkle Falls just behind the background rhododendron.

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October 11, 2012 · 9:35 am

Roaring Lion

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roaring_Lion

Calypso musician Roaring Lion wrote a tribute song in 1939 entitled “Bing Crosby”, in which he wrote: “Bing has a way of singing with his very heart and soul / Which captivates the world / His millions of listeners never fail to rejoice / At his golden voice…”[53]

—–

“I can’t get a cold, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

Lion’s Roar — Byng. Feel it.

bb:

Tell me the story.

Hucka D.:

Byng has a golden voice. (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Hucka D.:

Pure. Known throughout Frank and Herman Parks. Golden.

bb:

What is the significance of that?

Hucka D.:

Lisa initiated the 3333 protectate. Byng syng.

bb:

s-y-n-g?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Lion’s Roar.

bb:

I think another community, shall we say, in the area might be called 4 Minutes. Like Second Life, Jeogeot, had a 6 Minute Hill. (pause). Baker Bloch is heading there now. (pause) But he’s gotta fall outta the sky first.

Hucka D.:

Dorothy. Landing.

bb (after checking):

Why am I not surprised. Nothing there.

Hucka D.:

Back to Byng then. But good you checked anyway.

bb:

Mystery path parallel to Byng. Otherwise, I could not easily reach upper Byng from lower Byng. Considerably more difficult it would be. Considerably.

Hucka D.:

Lisa made it. With Pete.

bb:

Another thing I have is that

Further, the lyrics of many of his “war calypsoes” (essentially insult songs) presage those of similar hip-hop battle rap songs by over 50 years. An extract from his lyrics to “War” (recorded during the 1930s by Roaring Lion with Executor, Caresser, and Attila and directed against their fellow calypsonian Wilmoth Houdini) is a particularly good example of such lyrics:

The earth is a trembling and a tumbling
And the heavens are falling and all
Because the lion is roaring.
My tongue is like the blast of a gunman…
Destruction, desolation and damnation —
All these I’ll inflict on insubordination,
For the Lion in his power is like the rock of Gibraltar.

… oops. Lion roaring is war here, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

I put that in.

bb:

Did you get bored?

Hucka D.:

Yes. I want to fly like Superman.

bb:

Great. So Lisa made this Lion’s Roar place on Byng.

Hucka D.:

That is correct.

bb:

Part of the 3333 Initiative.

Hucka D.:

To protect. You. Now all you need is a singing bowl of your own.

bb:

I think it can be the creek.

Hiked…

… Byng today, and the source of the creek. My pictures didn’t really turn out, however, and this is the only one I felt blog worthy…

Still not that great of a picture, but at least it’s somewhat in focus. It’s an interestingly patterned rock found not far from Byng’s source. Afterwards I was pretty close to the top of Wealthy Mtn. so I just huffed on up there, and travelled the edge of Green Oz Valley on the way back to the car. Here’s another picture, from the top…

I don’t think the leaves are going to put on much of a color show this year. Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Show them the last picture.

bb:

Okay… (checking) Actually I decided to delete that picture of Wedge with the stuff I found on the ridge above it, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Where are you headed tomorrow?

bb:

Well I thought I’d just go back to Blyng — Byng — and do some more hiking; take a different angle through the woods.

Hucka D.:

Great. What do you think of Byng?

bb:

I believe it’s a fantastic creek. I’m not sure an art happening will take place there.

Hucka D.:

Oh I think it has to. You’re set up. You have that rock that will protect you in the rain. You have open-ish meadows below. You have the path along the creek up to the impasse, when you can just jump up into the woods and take that mystery path up to the top of Blue Feather Falls…

bb:

That’s the actual name of the falls, Hucka D.? Who named them?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather of course.

bb:

Blue Feather Douglas? (no answer) So… is the stream itself named Blyng or Byng or something else?

Hucka D.:

Depends on which era you’re talking about. Lisa knows.

bb:

I suppose she would, since she owns the whole mountain.

Hucka D.:

The new blog is good. Away from Second Life.

bb:

Why was it called Byng?

Hucka D.:

Just a name. Like Fred. Or your favorite: Bob.

bb:

The creek has a past, though. I found irritating spray on that mystery path you mentioned. Strange… why would someone carry protecting spray in the middle of the woods when noone was around.

Hucka D.:

Maybe someone was around, then. Maybe there’s your story.

bb:

So a girl use to come to this creek. To get away from… a boy; boys. Brothers?

Hucka D.:

It’s your story.

bb:

I don’t suppose the girl would be Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Might be. She had to come from somewhere.

bb:

But it’s Lisa Simpson; Lisa the Vegetarian.

Hucka D.:

Still she had to get to Wealthy Mountain sometime, somewhere. A girl, living alone on a creek… might feel the need for some kind of protection.

bb:

So this could be Lisa’s home creek of sorts. Hold on, Hucka D.

—–

bb:

Was Lisa scared of this Pete? And the battle map: Was this a battle map to take Wealthy Mountain. From Pete? Or just a plan to take Wealthy Mountain. Who was on Wealthy Mountain before Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain…

bb:

Well?

—–

Hucka D.:

Spheres. Singing spheres.

—–

bb:

Maybe Pete is a dog — of a more vicious type.

Hucka D.:

Pete Fountain. The dog.

—–

bb:

Tin S. Man seems to predict what I’m going to say in the next email sometimes, Hucka D. This has happened at least twice.

Hucka D.:

Foreshadowing. You are creating synchronicity.

bb:

I deleted the last email.

Hucka D.:

That’s fine. You need to think about Blyng here.

bb:

Is it Blyng or Byng? I think I like Byng better. Or Blynk.

Hucka D.:

Not Blynk. Not that again.

bb:

Byng, like Bing Crosby. Something in the past, several levels or layers before. Byng, Elvis, Beatles, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Pink… a number of layers before.

Hucka D.:

Peel the onion. Look at the empty pool. Understand that a house was once there. Think about all this. Hike! Happy hiking day number 2!

bb:

Thanks!

Was he?

So we decided to make a pact and go to The Gatekeeper for bee drinks every Thursday. Then Hucka D. remembered that was bowling night with his pals. “Tuesday, then”, I offered. “Okay,” he said, then remembered the “You Too Can Bea a Beetle” on the insect channel came on at 9 on Tuesday, so he had to beg off again. “When *are* you available?” He looked through his appointment book as I secretly wondered if he was the star of the Beetle show. I ask him. He laughed. I said I didn’t believe a show like that existed. He sneered. “You don’t believe a lot of things about me, what I say.” I said yes, and that’s for good reason. He got up off the couch we were sitting on, springs wore out — too much TV watching. We watched ourselves.

—–

“How powerful is this mountain?” “Powerful,” he replied. “You don’t know.” We were watching ourselves again. I had on an orange jumpsuit. Lisa showed up in back. “Ask her,” he said. “Hi Lisa.” I waved. She waved back. On the table in front of us were battle plans. I noticed the unnamed creek. I asked Lisa about it. “That’s [unpronouncable name]”. “What’s that again?” “[Unpronouncable name]”. “Hmm,” I said. “That’s going to have to be shorted.” She said she didn’t recommend Bob. Hucka D. laughed and agreed, saying I like to name everything Bob that I don’t understand well. So I decided to defy them and name the creek Bob. Then I laughed and said I was joking and that I would think of another name, perhaps not quickly but another name still it would be. Hucka D. said “Joe”. Lisa offered “Pete”. “Bing”, I said. “Short for something. Bing.”

—–

Hold on…
“Byng.”

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October 10, 2012 · 5:57 am

Okay so…

… I wanted to ask Hucka D. about the new stream, the unnamed stream (James Henry? Henry James?) and the power point. Not the Wedge but the one across the road from that one, I explained when he showed up. He became very interested when I told him I had been there today and had bypassed simply hiking up the creek again and gone up the ridges to the west and approached the stream further up from that direction. “You can’t do that,” he said, and snickered, another hidden joke. His father would probably get it. I knew that I was scarily close to the edge of the Lost Valley today, and knew I would certainly be lost if I descended into it. Luckily I knew the stream and where I was. If not, I could have been truly lost. I would not be dead now, most likely, but trapped in the woods at night with temperatures in the 30s perhaps would not have been a good situation. I would have survived. Hucka D. snickered again as I told him all this — “Of course we’re not going to let that happen to you,” he said. I asked if Lisa was a part of that “we” he mentioned, and he said yes. I ask him did he have a specific reason for going back to his dad in Kentucky and he said just to visit, nothing more. Nothing at all. Of course he was not telling the full truth. Was he?

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October 10, 2012 · 5:49 am

“I’m…

… not being totally honest with Tin S. Man, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

You mean Wallace3 isn’t. That’s okay. He’s not being totally honest with you. Or she.

bb:

I invoke the 3333 protective circle, then.

Hucka D.:

As you wish.

—–

So Hucka D. went away for a spell and had a couple of drinks at The Gatekeeper before heading away across the land, across the sea, to Kentucky where he was born and his father still lived, so they say. So he says. And the father laughed with him and said his mother was doing well and that she still loved him and loved both of them and he was happy and they exchanged honey recipes and he came back to Wealthy Mtn. to tell me all about his Kentucky visit, because I was still there as Wallace3, with Tin S. Man. So he forgot all about the 3333 protect[or]ate being formed and realized that Tin S. Man was sealed inside Tinsity and we couldn’t get to him now. So we went to Lisa and she said, in hypertime, that this had to occur, this is how it was meant to be, get use to it in the here and now, and to work on rainbowology, *her* rainbowology. So I thought again that Lisa might be Ozma true ruler of Oz even though she said she wasn’t. “Alma?” I asked. “No,” she said again. And that was it; we went away from Lisa and went back to the sealed Tinsity and checked on Tin S. Man and waved to him but he was engrossed in digging that darn hole. The hole I dug so many years ago as well. “How long was it, Hucka D.?” Not here. Okay, so…

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October 9, 2012 · 4:40 pm

Munster Rock

http://www.munsters.com/herman_munster.php

Appearance: Size 26C shoe; seven-foot-three frame; one brown eye and one chartreuse; steel bolts neck; green complexion; ears do not match; lantern jaw; five-inch-long, lightning-bolt shaped beauty mark on forehead.

~~Herman~~ Munster Rock (new, proposed name)…

… situated very close below Herman’s Grave, representing probably largest rock in immediate area. Lightning bolt shape of prominent quartz vein (above) is obvious reference to Herman Munster’s lightning bolt shaped beauty mark on forehead.

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October 9, 2012 · 5:12 am

three

“Who knew that Tin S. Man was mad.”

Hucka D.:

We’re all mad. ‘Cept he’s in a bad place to get mad. That place has power!

bb:

What did Lisa V. do to that place?

Hucka D.:

She saw ahead. She’s ahead of us.

bb:

Is Tin S. Man possessed?

Hucka D.:

Yes. In a way.

bb:

He’s digging a hole. But he’s *been* digging a hole for a while. That’s the “ahead” part he mentioned.

Hucka D.:

He’s ahead of you. He’s been digging. You saw him in the past, when he first saw the bones. A long time ago. He is Bones.

bb:

He’s digging a Money Pit? (pause) Ah, well. I know he’s hiding something now.

Hucka D.:

Not really. He’s pretty open about it.

bb:

Why are we so fascinated by this Tinsity?

Hucka D.:

It is the power center of Green Oz, of Wealthy Mountain, even. Lisa V. tried to establish a first center in Quartz Brook Valley but failed.

bb:

It seems we must talk of Lisa V. more, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!)

bb:

I’ll let Tin S. Man have his Tinsity, his Wallace even.

Hucka D.:

He doesn’t want Wallace.

bb:

It’s like he doesn’t want Wallace, the town I mean, to form.

Hucka D.:

Do *you* want it to form? You came here, to this very location, in 1997 and established an unofficial town. You left the door open for Tin S. Man to come in an create an incorporated town [Tinsity] later on, and he built it around that pit. He found the yellow tile road. *He* then invited you back after learning this was a type of homeland. He wanted you to promote DSotR2. You could not agree on what you were looking at, though. He resumes his digging after determining that you are looking at a similar product but a wrong product still. You are then Wallace3 separate from Tin S. Man, from Tinsity. A force field surrounds his town. But not yours. Not yet. Not ever.

bb:

Wallace can’t coexist with Tinsity, then. In hypertime.

Hucka D.:

Tomorrow or Wednesday you begin working on Wedge. You will have insights. You need to work on this blog. You will take pictures. You will be absorbed in a new blog, beyond the old. Tinsity is Old, South, Confederation, Gray, Below. Tinsity doesn’t have to do it this way. It is seceded.

bb:

For Lisa V. this has all happened before. This is *why* she created 3333.

Hucka D.:

Yes. To protect. You.

bb:

I can’t be near Tinsity. I can’t establish Wallace.

Hucka D.:

Wallace may be too close to the radioactivity.

bb:

Lisa V. sealed off Tinsity.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

I am right on that, then. Radioactivity.

Hucka D.:

Sometimes you dig where the ground is loose, which might mean you’re digging where someone has already dug before.

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October 9, 2012 · 4:53 am

here

Hucka D.:

He’s in danger of creating a black hole right in the middle of Green Oz!

bb:

I think Lisa V. is going to help us.

Hucka D.:

If he uses those yellow brick tiles to no good purpose…

bb:

What could he do?

Hucka D.:

Create a black hole!

—–

Wallace3 (dejected):

It is the madness. You have to go back to DSotR2.

Hucka Doobie:

*You* have to go back.

Wallace3:

I must finish the job.

Hucka Doobie:

Otherwise… black hole. 2233. There’s no pulling out now. You’re locked in.

—–

Three

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