More flute at Double Trouble State Park. Site of an old sawmill and cranberry bog operation. Years ago, my family had their post and beams cut here for our living room by kids who were in a juvenile detention program, teaching them a trade for when they are released. The area got its name because when they had set up the mill, a beaver blocked damned up the river not once, but twice. Been coming here since I was a teenager, but within the last two years, I come here twice a week to play the flute to those people hiking through. Mark and his wife are some regulars.
I have been running through these woods since I was 5. This moraine leads back to a rivulet running between two ponds, separated by a bridge and the ruins of a pump house. On this raised area are some Bull Pines surrounded by a circle of forked top Pitch Pines; some local Lenni Lenape landscape. By the age of the pines, this might be one of the oldest Native lots in the area. After the Natives, or during their time here, General Lacy’s workers would ply these waters for a bacteria that grows under the peat in the pond, which would make iron. If you see an oil slick on the water, there is iron below. Along the river leaving the second pond, there are wooden railings in the dirt the bog workers could stand on, harvesting the bog iron. The river leads to the third pond where you can still see the impression in the hill where their forge was, and the beach is littered with iron. Well, anyway, enjoy the flute! A mixture of Japanese Zen flute with Native American stylings that put emphasis on the quality of silence, its length, and contrasting approaches on how the silence is broken connote the style. Very relaxing and tranquil.
Some of Chris Dowgin’s Zen-Native American flute playing to bring on mindfulness to turn of the Century NYC and Manchester, England street scenes. Plus, at the end is the original Wizard of OZ from 1910. Something useful to relax and put you to sleep.
Chris Dowgin playing flute and some old guy fighting the moon at this moment…
This is Professor Wilmarth and your friendly neighborhood Cthulhu welcoming you to another journey within the world of the macabre and the strange. In this season’s issue, we have several tales of aliens, strange houses, killer turtles, and the end of the world.
We begin with Henry traveling back to Cromwellian England to face an evil that has spread out through American history…Next Hilton brings us a forboding home in The House Jack Built. Then Martin Pearson gives us a tale of a private dick looking for an alien embassy in New York City. In Deschenes’ LGBTQs, we learn it’s not nice to fool with mother nature or men in 5-inch heels. Followed by Simak’s Worry Wort in which a copyreader follows the course of a young lad’s power to shift the events of the world to a naive Utopia, which might be the end of everything. Herbert then brings us to a deal too good to be true when a young couple gets to trade their mobile home for a palace. Last we have Stuart bringing us into a deep freeze in Who Goes There?; a tale of an alien invasion that wins one cell at a time.
Some stories touch on historical facts and others you will hope are just pure fiction. Let’s see if you can figure out all the connections between the tales. Who knows, you might even find more than I reveal at the end of our installment from Arkham: Tales from the Flipside.
Well, Cthulhu is hungry, don’t mind if he starts nibbling on your toes as you begin to read, don’t worry, the world will be over before he eats anything important.
Read the latest installment from The Sinclair Narratives, the sequel to the Lost Tiara where Henry and Bjorn fought back Rasputin, Crane, and Jp Morgan II on the eve of WWII as the bird flu was spreading throughout the world after Crane robbed a magical and deadly tiara from the recently executed royal family of Russia. In What a Boar! Henry and Bjorn who has reached far beyond his 80th birthday (and his bones are creaking and he doesn’t like it) go on a boar hunt…
Normally Bjorn reaches 80, has a bar fight, walks out after everyone is unconscious, and dies the next day. This time it didn’t work out; he was rubbed by a magical boar back in 1918 in the Pines of NJ that was infected by the flu and now during the SARS2 epidemic a hundred years later as the Russians are getting revenge for toppling their Russian Provisional Government, Bjorn goes hunting for that magical pig of resurrection with Henry. For when the boar that infected him dies, so will Bjorn!
A Strange Literary Twist…
Henry, everyone’s favorite immortal (just ignore that other Scotsman…), encounters the strangest visitor to Greenlawn Cemetery within the Witch City. This encounter brings him on a journey to find a long lost rare novel featuring Dupin, the world’s first detective. Follow Henry as he tries to remember the plot of a book he lost on a train years ago. A plot detailing the most famous murder within the ivy halls of Harvard University. Filled with twists and turns so original, it might have created a new modulation on the murder mystery.
The Fall Issue is here!
This is Professor Wilmarth and your friendly neighborhood Cthulhu welcoming you to another journey within the world of the macabre and the strange. In this season’s issue, we have several tales of ravens, cuckoos, and aliens; maybe you will think of me cuckoo for mentioning aliens…
This season Henry meets someone sitting inside the Greenlawn Cemetery, which is stranger than any ghost, who starts their journey looking for a long lost book by Edgar Allan Poe detailing an infamous murder within the ivy halls of Harvard. Then we learn from Philip K. Dick that some gifts for your wife can prove deadly. Then James Stammers teaches us that gifts for your girlfriend can become just as troublesome. Then in Deschenes’ tale, we learn the best-boxed gifts are the ones you find for yourself. Simak then explains to us that for some rare aliens sorrow is the best gift you can offer. Poe teaches us what happens when your most precious gift is removed from your life.
Some stories touch on historical facts and others you will hope are just pure fiction. Let’s see if you can figure out all the connections between the tales. Who knows, you might even find more than I reveal at the end of our installment from Arkham: Tales from the Flipside. Well, I’m off to feed the ravens in the cemetery. I do hope they eat all of the bodies before I get a ticket for littering. Do you mind if I leave Cthulu here to dine on your toes?
There are plenty of places to travel to within the NJ Pines. Hours and weeks of driving can be found under these stumpy little trees. Many abandoned properties scatter the woods when it was once an industrial center. Beyond the iron forges that supplied our Colonial, Revolutionary, and Civil Wars; amidst many complaints from the local Quakers, the Pines gave birth to the first Mason jar, the first winery in the country, and many resorts for the wealthy and early Hollywood stories before the talkies came about. Many towns came and went during these times, one of which was Harrisville.
Around 1795 the area saw a couple of forges, a sawmill, and a grist mill established. Isacc Potts was one of the earlier owners. The McCarthy family would buy it later and eventually the Harris family. Last was Wharton in which the local state forest is named after. From 1795 to the 1914 fire it had seen multiple uses.
For more info please read this site. Below are some of the images from my trip there with Bear.
Here are the directions: