…and we are walking…

…and walking…

The Death March continues…

It will be amazing to see them all don extreme weather gear, as if it was being stored in their tiny packs.

It’s time someone called out this ridiculous laugh…

As Mark and Genie continue to tolerate the boorish Dr. Camel, the looks on their faces reveal their true feelings… but Genie has been with the good Dr. “for years…” How is it she is finding this emotion only now?

The hawk continues to guide the way…

A little foreshadowing. Someone is going to take a tumble. <ho-hum…>

Oh, she pissed now…

And I thought Mark was the socially obtuse one!

Hell hath no fury…

Dr. Camel is proving to be an absolute monster! And another new facial expression for Mark! Wow, I have never seen such disgust! Usually reserved for poachers and polluters, Mark has found a new nemesis, one who is content to poach time and pollute minds…

Oh, Harvey… it’s all about the clicks, isn’t it??

Should have seen this coming… All the world is an internet stage, and Dr. Camel is one of its stars… at least in his mind…

Dr. Camel proves what a dick he is…

The world of the You-tuber, the fact that this is an actual and viable career choice these days… is a phenomenon that probably very few saw coming until it was already happening. The Influencer… working for clicks, tracking actual consumer likes and dislikes, with laser precision. Measurements we could only have guessed at in the days of Radio and Television advertising… The world is littered with click-bait. News-gathering entities less about the truth and more about sensationalism, the hot take- more about getting people to click through to the story, only to come face to face with a pay wall. Get used to it, I guess…

Faintly reminiscent of…

As Mark Springs into action, complete with a full load weighing him down…

…all he can bring to this party is his oversized walking stick… Whack Ka-Whack? Who the hell are we channeling? Fozzie Bear??

Unlike the African adventure when we met “Dirty” Dyer, and Mark saved the porter using a flaming branch… Who knew that Hippos respond to English commands? I guess if it works for T-Rex, then it would work for a Hippo…

But seriously folks, check out the artwork from 2016 compared to now. There is no comparison. It’s like we have been saying… James Allen has grown tired and is mailing it in…

Good Lord, Really?

Anything for a little manufactured suspense! And by the time Mark could get the warning out of his mouth, Genie would be (literally) eaten… or at least taken under with a dramatic body roll…

But this is the Trailverse, where laws of time and space sometimes take a back seat to expedience…

This appears to be the (aptly named) Mugger Crocodile...

Yea, Mark, why don’t you ask him yourself??

OK, I’ll say it. Those eyes. Or lack of… I mean, what’s the deal, here, James Allen? I get that these local folks, but really? You might be willing to give them some eyes with which to see…

…not if they see you first! Haha!

“Spring Water?” Uhmmm… it’s more like melted snow water, but okay… As Mark calls out to Genie like she’s a furlong away… She’s taking no chances as she heads to the stream with oversized walking staff in hand…

Mark, you passive-aggressive goon… So the Good Doctor has a little hitch in his giddyup, and this is what you want to know about? With Genie? How clumsy.