Category Archives: Falmouth Creek

Study relationship of Gnirps and GNIS, as in the query site. Came up on successive google searches and just barely caught it (!)

Gnirps is location of marriage of Frank and Herman Parks [link needed] by *Map Rat*, after all.

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I think I’ll wait to hopefully finish off the Lis interpretations posts (already numbering 5) until tomorrow or Monday at the latest. Instead I’d like to talk about my hikes today. Working basically backwards, time-wise, I last explored around Second Life Pond and didn’t find anything seeming of interest there, which may be strange in itself. It is a very public place, and people fish in the pond from around the shores. No people were there today because of the weather, and I took advantage of this vacancy. The hills around it, as well as the feeder stream, are quite fascinating, though, which would include Bloch Ridge just across The Way from it. If the long Bloch Ridge wasn’t present there, Falmouth Creek would be exposed to at least the noise coming from the Second Life Pond area, and thus be spoiled for me. We’ll see in the summer, but my guess is that the noise will be effectively blocked. That’s why I speculate the ridge may be artificial, but of course this is most likely more Frank/Herman Park mythology in action. There’s also the mysterious TILE Cabin, as I’m presently calling it, to deal with. I’ll go ahead and insert some pictures of the cabin.

Not much to see now, with a wall and part of the roof missing, but obviously a 1 room log cabin that someone probably actually lived in at one point, although not for a long while. A stove was present within.

But it’s the mysterious, long cement containers present behind the cabin that interests me more presently, four in number and symmetrically arranged 2 in a row. Each container is about 25 feet long and maybe 10 feet wide… here’s the rounded ends of one of ’em.

If I remember correctly, Hucka D. has associated these 4 vats or pools or whatever they were to the 4 colors of TILE, thus the name TILE Cabin for the attached log dwelling. I’ll provide a more detailed map of TILE Cabin and these “vats” soon. They lie at the basic mouth of the short Fal*mouth* Creek, maybe a hundred feet below Visible I. I’ve talked about before just off the nearby public path. The TILE Cabin environ is also where I procured the bottles for my Falmouth Creek art happening, not quite initialized yet I don’t suppose. They were found in the rhododendron covered stream just north of the cabin, and just west of Falmouth Creek I suppose (more feeder streams for the creek). Just to note: I cannot get to the actual mouth of Falmouth Creek because of the thick rhododendron, so the exact location still remains unknown, although it has to be a short distance north of the cabin somewhere. A marsh lies just west of the cabin, and it is in this swampy area, once dammed by beavers according to the remains of their handywork, that the cold but still singing frogs also mentioned in an earlier post were found. A passerbyer I met on The Way said he hears turkeys. I corrected him and said they’re frogs, and directed him to the bank just in front of me (he was on the opposite side of the road) where you could actually see the congress of frogs gathered. The vats or whatever they are are positioned between this swampy area and the cabin.

More pics of the cabin…

… before moving once again to Falmouth Creek, starting my journey up the creek this time at the public path, quickly reaching the circular Visible I. covered with white-ish rocks all around. My guess is that Falmouth Ck. will provide me with just as interesting a collection of rocks as Con Creek last summer. Like this square example found just around the bend from Visible I., in an as yet unnamed open area.

Then we come to the side spring I’ve also been talking about recently, which Hucka D. indicates is symbolic of a black hole, particularly the strong X-Ray source of Cygnus X-1 made more famous by the Rush double track of the same name (extending over 2 successive records!). The spring is about as long as 2 of the vats near TILE Cabin laid long end to long end, and about as wide as 2 of these same vats laid side by side. Hmmm…

Here’s a picture of the moss bank which flanks the mouth of the spring. As also noted before, the moss bank contains practically no rocks in comparison to the one at Old Baker Settlement just north of here, although it is not totally devoid of rocks as I suspected before, with several small examples of white specimens projecting here and there from its large green surface. But to remind anyway, Hucka D. says the void of rocks here in comparison with the OBS mossbank indicates the black hole symbolism of the spring. I can see this interpretation as valid still.

The ridge then dividing this spring from Falmouth Creek, which starts just opposite the mossy bank pictured above, is just as interesting in its own, small way as the much longer Bloch Ridge to its west. This is because I believe the an ancient toy avatar civilization (I’m supposing) had a larger community here at one point. This is obviously a mythological angle to Falmouth Creek I’ll be examining more soon.

Pictures from the top of the ridge from, say, the perspective of a toy avatar once more:

The as yet unnamed spring looking from source to mouth, a distance of maybe 70 feet or so. I’ll get a more exact measurement soon.

Rocks just above the head of the spring, seeming to mark it in some fashion, even.

And then shortly beyond the end of this ridge separating the spring from Falmouth Creek, after we descend down to the creek again heading south to north still, comes the second moss bank we’ve been talking about: the somewhat smaller one much more fully encrusted with white rocks beside a much smaller spring as well. This is the symbolic heart of Old Baker Settlement.

My cache of bottle procured from near the source of this same stream lies just behind.

Looking down the small spring from the top, with the mossy bank just visible to the right now behind one of the three trees projecting from the top of the hillock here.

Middle of these 3 trees; Falmouth Creek just beyond.

A bit of detail from the top of this moss bank. More details soon. Old Baker Settlement hides many secrets still, most likely.

The Impasse just north of OBS, similar to the same named obstacle of Byng Creek but in this case not truly impassable, just acting as a porous resistance. As I said before, the whole of Falmouth Creek, minus the small area at the very mouth clogged with rhododendron, is now hikable by me at least, or all the way from Visible I. past the “black hole spring”, OBS and The Impasse, all the way to Stream’s End, a total distance of probably several football fields.

I should be able to finish an interpretation of Falmouth collage and also the Lis collages next week. Then I can fully move beyond Gilatona-Lis and collages in general and focus on the outdoors. Next week is going to be another cold one, with snow even in the forecast for a number of days.

The first picture shows ruins of some kind of building, perhaps a barn but perhaps a house. But in Frank/Herman Park mythology, I believe Hucka D. wants to turn this into some kind of *toy avatar* factory or enhancing facility. Included in this is certainly the neighboring log cabin, also now in ruins but not quite fallen down all the way, and its 4 backing vats, very mysterious indeed. Hucka D. associates the vats with the 4 TILE colors, and then divides at least the marble toy avatars into these 4 specific groups (red, green, blue, yellow *and* odd). He also wants to connect the ridge full of glass just north and east of the log cabin with the glass used to make marble avatars, perhaps a type of special or blessed glass.

We’ll have more on all that soon enough.*

A very interesting tree I’ve known about for years and years on the western edge of the same meadow pictured above. Might it too play some kind of role in the so-called factory? At any rate, it’s a spectacular sideways place log of a former tree (not a living tree).

A stream which merges into the Falmouth Creek near the log cabin. It runs in front of the “factory ruins” in the meadow as well. I do not have a set name for this particular brook yet but a logical appellation might be West Branch (of Falmouth Creek).

Nearby is a tree whose limb has for some reason angled all the way down to the ground and then back up. The first tree described is seen in the background.

Another view of the sideways tree.

A handle on the larger of the two containers pictured above beside this brook, made from a horseshoe it seems.

A more marshy area of this West Fork just downstream.

* Video on making marbles:

Want to keep up-to-date about Frank and Herman Park explorations. Recently, despite the unusual cold weather, I was able to make it out on a sunny day and explore more of Falmouth Creek, which has become my Spring hiking center for certain. This is where I’ve now taken about 34 bottles for a future art happening — set them on the ground where the center of the event will apparently take place. Yesterday I was able to walk the creek down from this place to a popular path of the area for a second time. I like the way the creek can be seen from the path, but one would really never think about hiking up the creek from there — *normal* people, hehe. Me, I look for those kind of spots. So I’m sort of leeching or mooching off public energy again. A link is what I call Visible I., which is an island in Falmouth that can be seen from the path, and could represent that first stepping stone toward my perceived heart of the creek not far upstream — you can, in fact, hike the whole length of the stream rather easily now (all the way to “Stream’s End”), thanks to my dead rhododendron branch removal efforts. Visible I. is an almost circular island of mainly white or off-white rocks, about maybe 10 feet in diameter. So it’s round like a human eye, and also white. Although it’s visible from the path, for many it will be *in*visible because they won’t see it. They’ll be involved in their own thoughts, their own discussions. Most will pass it by, not even giving it a glance. That’s a beauty of my little setup.

Hucka D.:

I see you’re concentrating more on the spring next to the stream. Do you have a name for it yet?

bb:

Not quite yet. Is *this* TILE Creek, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

A TILE Creek.

bb:

Were Mossmen here? Marbles? Mmmmmmm’s?

Hucka D.:

Let’s see, this is Frank Park — close to Gnirps [on the border of Frank and Herman Parks] but a little south and west. But it could represent a center between the two parks still, since Gnirps is not really that accessible. And you know the stream just to the north, while very pretty, is the same — a quite similar location as Gnirps. But you didn’t take any pictures today of Falmouth.

bb:

Nah. Guess it was just a little too cold for me to mess with the camera, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Mmmmmmm’s maybe. Marbles will move in, definitely, if you wish. Already you have taken this location beyond Con Creek from last summer by placing bottles/glass objects there. You never did that at Concreek Falls, for example.

bb:

No. And I hiked down Con Creek recently for the first time in a long time, all the way to Green Stream. Falmouth Creek is actually considerably more open and free to traverse up and down. At Con Creek, you get clogged up around the second island. But I plan to go back *there* and take pictures. My sunglasses were strangely in the creek at the lower tip of the second island — The Other.

Hucka D.:

Falmouth[ Creek] should be your focus for a while. Away from Con Creek, away from Methril, away from Epsi, yet close to all of these. Along with Rust Spot of course. Heard you heard a dog there.

bb:

Yeah. Maybe a coyote, since I understand they can sound like dogs now. It looked like a coyote, what little I saw of it. I once saw a fox enter those same woods at basically the same spot. He appeared in a field beside the road I was walking, and then entered the woods to continue his barking. I never saw him again, even though the barking was just as loud. He must have been standing or pacing on the very edge, looking out at me from the foliage.

Falmouth Creek so far.

Falmouth originally called Old Baker Settlement… Second Life Pond also named for The Bakers. Bloch Ridge (blocking Second Life Pond from Falmouth Creek and Old Baker Settlement) as well. Bloch Ridge seems unusual — perhaps a manmade ridge. Visible I. may stand for the white star of the Cygnus X-1 system, also called Meet Shake. “How’re *you* doing??” The unnamed spring may be the (accompanying) black hole eye? Must think about Old Baker Settlement and who lived there. Obviously I think The Bakers — Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker. And maybe Hucka Doobie and the rest (Karoz, Esbum, Bracket).