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Tonight was a night of miracles. My mother-in-law, who had lived in a foggy world for so long, saw the light again. She underwent a surgery that replaced her clouded eye with a clear one, a gift from a human doctor who defied the laws of nature and compassion.

She had been losing her sight gradually, ever since she was a young jackalope. She blamed it on the harsh sun, the dusty wind, the polluted water. She said it was a curse from the gods, a punishment for her sins. She said she deserved it, for she had seen too much horror and sorrow in her life.

She had seen her mate killed by a hunter’s bullet, her children taken away by coyotes, her friends starve or freeze to death. She had seen the destruction of her home, the invasion of her land, the extinction of her kind. She had seen little but darkness and despair.

But my wife loved her dearly, and she wanted to give her one last chance to see the beauty of the world. She had heard of a human doctor who could perform miracles with his tools and machines.

@maximillian_deersteak and I escorted her to the doctor’s office, which was hidden in a small town near our burrow. We sneaked in at night, when the streets were empty and the lights were dim. The doctor was expecting us. He greeted us warmly and led us inside.

He asked her if she was ready. She nodded, nervously but courageously. He gave her some drops that numbed her eye. Then he used a laser to cut open her eye and take out the cataract. It felt strange but not unbearable. Then he inserted a new lens that looked like a tiny crystal. He sealed the cut with another laser and put a bandage over her eye.

After a brief healing period everything was clear and bright and colorful. She saw the doctor’s face, his kind eyes, his gentle smile. She saw Max and me, my furry ears, her twitching tail, our loving gazes.

We left the doctor’s office with a new sense of wonder and awe. We walked back to our burrow under the cover of night, but we felt like we were walking in daylight. We saw things we had never seen before, or had forgotten how to see. We saw the shapes and colors and textures of the world.

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#jackalope
#cataractsurgery #doodle #CryptidLife

We got a stinky little visitor on the backyard cam! #skunk #backyardzoo #june052023 https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtHCTSNNfL5/?igshid=NzJjY2FjNWJiZg==

**The Mystery of the Staunton Plane Crash**

On June 4, 2023, a small plane crashed in the Blue Ridge Parkway area near Staunton, Virginia, after entering a restricted airspace near Washington, D.C. The plane had lost contact with air traffic control around 3:50 p.m. and was pursued by F-16 fighter jets that created a sonic boom heard across the region. The Virginia State Police were still searching for the crash site and trying to identify the pilot as of June 5, 2023.

This incident raises many questions about the motive and identity of the pilot, the origin and destination of the flight, and the security and safety implications of such a breach. The airspace around Washington, D.C. is more restricted than any other part of the country, as it is governed by a Special Flight Rules Area (SFRA) within a 30-mile radius of Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport¹. The SFRA is divided into a 15-mile radius inner ring and a 30-mile radius outer ring, which restrict all flights in the greater D.C. area unless they have an authorization from the FAA and the Transportation Security Administration². The SFRA was established as a national defense airspace after the 9/11 attacks to prevent any potential threats to the capital².

According to the news article, the plane was flying from Weyers Cave to Manassas when it entered the restricted zone⁵. Weyers Cave is about 20 miles southwest of Staunton and Manassas is about 30 miles west of Washington, D.C. This means that the plane was flying in a northeast direction and crossed both the outer and inner rings of the SFRA. It is unclear why the pilot did not follow the flight plan or respond to air traffic control. It is also unclear if the pilot was aware of the restricted airspace or intentionally violated it.

The F-16 fighter jets were scrambled from Joint Base Andrews in Maryland to intercept the plane after it entered the restricted zone⁵. They broke the sound barrier in pursuit and created a sonic boom that was heard across Virginia, Maryland, and West Virginia. Some people thought it was an explosion or an earthquake and reported it to 911. The sonic boom also caused some minor damage to windows and buildings in some areas.

The plane crashed in the Blue Ridge Parkway area near Staunton around 4:05 p.m.⁵. The crash site was difficult to locate due to the rugged terrain and dense vegetation. The authorities said there was no threat to public safety or national security from the crash. They also said they were still trying to identify the pilot and determine if there were any passengers on board. They did not release any information about the type or model of the plane.

This incident is reminiscent of another plane crash that occurred in Crozet in 2018, when a Staunton pilot was killed after flying intoxicated⁴. The pilot had taken off from Shenandoah Valley Regional Airport in Weyers Cave and crashed into a wooded area near Crozet around 9 p.m.⁴. The pilot had a history of alcohol abuse and had been arrested for DUI several times before⁴. The plane was a Piper PA-28 Cherokee, which is a small single-engine aircraft⁴.

It is possible that there is no connection between these two crashes, other than being coincidental tragedies involving small planes from Weyers Cave. However, it is also possible that there is some link or pattern that could shed light on the mystery of the Staunton plane crash. Perhaps there is something about Weyers Cave or its airport that attracts or enables risky or reckless pilots. Perhaps there is something about Staunton or its vicinity that makes it a target or a waypoint for unauthorized flights. Perhaps there is something about Washington, D.C. or its airspace that attracts or repels certain pilots.

Whatever the case may be, this incident highlights the need for more vigilance and enforcement of airspace regulations, especially near sensitive areas like Washington, D.C. It also highlights the need for more education and awareness among pilots and general aviation enthusiasts about the rules and risks of flying in restricted zones. It also highlights the need for more cooperation and communication among federal, state, and local authorities in responding to such incidents and ensuring public safety and security.

In conclusion, the Staunton plane crash is a mysterious and alarming event that raises many questions about the motive and identity of the pilot, the origin and destination of the flight, and the security and safety implications of such a breach. The incident also reminds us of the previous plane crash in Crozet in 2018, which may or may not have a connection to this one. The incident also highlights the need for more vigilance and enforcement of airspace regulations, especially near sensitive areas like Washington, D.C. It also highlights the need for more education and awareness among pilots and general aviation enthusiasts about the rules and risks of flying in restricted zones. It also highlights the need for more cooperation and communication among federal, state, and local authorities in responding to such incidents and ensuring public safety and security. Hopefully, the authorities will find out what happened soon and prevent any similar incidents from happening again.

Sources – 6/4/2023
(1) https://www.faa.gov/uas/resources/community_engagement/no_drone_zone/dc/#:~:text=The%20National%20Capital%20Region%20is%20governed%20by%20a,inner%20ring%20and%20a%2030-mile%20radius%20outer%20ring.. https://www.faa.gov/uas/resources/community_engagement/no_drone_zone/dc/.
(2) DC Area Prohibited & Restricted Airspace – Federal Aviation Administration. https://www.faa.gov/uas/resources/community_engagement/no_drone_zone/dc.
(3) Airspace Restrictions | Federal Aviation Administration. https://www.faa.gov/uas/getting_started/where_can_i_fly/airspace_restrictions.
(4) The 5 Best Places to Fly A Drone Near Washington, D.C. – UAV Coach. https://uavcoach.com/where-to-fly-drone/washington-dc/.
(5) The Washington, DC Flight Restricted Zone. http://www.washingtonfrz.com/Washingtonfrz.com.html.

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Spot the chipmunk running on top of the stone wall! https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cs1c1aFLTbf/?igshid=NzJjY2FjNWJiZg==

Talked to DC for the first time in ages today. I fear some rot has set in, his favorite candidate for president is Tulsi Gabbard, and his wife (the conspiracy theorist / 5G cancer / anti vax / colloidal solver / etc) is a hardline Kennedy Jr. fan, so that is two votes tossed into the trash.

Discussed this and that, reminiscing about DW and company. I wonder if DW were still alive, if they could help DC understand trans stuff more easily, maybe enough to counter his Tulsi fandom. (Or maybe not. Who can say?)

We chatted about nothing in particular,  really. Just where we are and what we have been up to the last year or two, then the convo went to Korean dramas.

Aside from that, nothing really new.

Pearl in triptych. In pouf, on black rug, and sink. #misspearl #catsofinstagram #stripedcatsofinstagram #tabbycatsofinstagram #may262023 https://www.instagram.com/p/CsuXsHkssvH/?igshid=NzJjY2FjNWJiZg==

Hm, needs a little refining. #haroldsjournal #walkabout #HaroldAdventures #didvideo #testvideo #swampthing https://www.instagram.com/reel/CsrMQi5t6Vn/?igshid=NzJjY2FjNWJiZg==

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May 24, 2023 Dear Journal, Today, Sisto and I embarked on a tranquil stroll along the Roanoke River on the Greenway. The weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze and warm sunlight. As we started our journey, we were greeted by the refreshing scent of the river and vibrant foliage. The Greenway provided a serene escape from the bustling world, with the path winding alongside the picturesque river. Sisto brought a sense of wonder to our adventure. Together, we marveled at nature’s beauty, discovering hidden treasures along the way. The wildflowers bloomed, dancing in the breeze, while birds filled the air with their melodious songs. In peaceful silence, Sisto and I communicated through unspoken understanding, deepening our bond. After what felt both fleeting and eternal, we reached the trail’s end. The Roanoke River expanded before us, merging with the horizon in a breathtaking vista. Sitting on a bench, we savored the accomplishment of completing the Greenway. Gratitude filled our hearts for the wonders we experienced and the beauty we often overlook. Reluctantly, we retraced our steps as the sun began to set, carrying the contentment of a truly special day. Today’s walk along the Roanoke River reminded us of nature’s healing power and the importance of cherishing its gifts. With Sisto by my side, I look forward to further explorations, one step at a time. Until next time, Harold #HaroldAdventures #haroldsjournal #walkabout #doodles #sistobrak #sisto #harold #roanokeriver #roanokeva https://www.instagram.com/p/Cso5aApOmu3/?igshid=NzJjY2FjNWJiZg==

Thursday, April 13, 2023

Dear Journal,

I’m writing this entry with trembling hands, still reeling from the spine-chilling events that unfolded last night. Sisto and I made the daring decision to spend the night in the haunted house on the outskirts of town, and it turned out to be an experience straight out of a horror movie.

As soon as we stepped into the house, we were greeted by a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to seep into our very souls. The air was heavy with an oppressive aura, and we could hear faint whispers echoing through the halls, sending shivers down our spines. But we were determined to brave the night and uncover the truth behind the ghostly rumors.

We set up our sleeping bags in the living room, our flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The only source of light in the house was the faint moonlight filtering through the boarded-up windows. We tried to keep our nerves in check as we shared ghost stories, but our unease grew with each passing moment.

That’s when we heard it – a soft tapping sound coming from the corner of the room. We trained our flashlights towards the source, and our hearts skipped a beat. There, on the floor, was a small resin duck. It hadn’t been there before, and we couldn’t explain how it had appeared. Our minds raced with questions, but before we could wrap our heads around it, we heard another sound, this time from upstairs.

We cautiously made our way up the creaky staircase, our flashlights flickering ominously. As we reached the top, we froze in terror. The ducks were multiplying. They were everywhere – on the windowsills, on the shelves, even perched on the walls. It was as if the ghost was taunting us, playing a sinister game with us.

We tried to rationalize what was happening, but logic seemed to have abandoned us. We were trapped in a nightmare, unable to comprehend the inexplicable events unfolding around us. We could feel a malevolent presence lurking in the shadows, watching our every move. Our nerves were frayed, and we were on edge, constantly expecting something to jump out at us.

The night dragged on, and we were too scared to sleep. We could barely muster the courage to move, fearing what we might encounter next. The ducks continued to appear and disappear, moving around the house as if guided by an unseen force. We tried to capture evidence with our cameras, but the footage came out distorted, adding to our growing sense of dread.

As the first light of dawn approached, we couldn’t bear the tension any longer. We gathered our belongings and practically sprinted out of the house, leaving the haunting presence behind. As we looked back, we saw the ducks lined up on the windowsill, almost mocking us with their silent gaze.

Sisto and I stumbled out of the house, our hearts pounding in our chests. We were relieved to have escaped the horrors of that haunted place, but the ordeal had left us with more questions than answers. What had we encountered in that house? Who or what was behind the mysterious resin ducks?

I’m still grappling with the events of that fateful night, trying to make sense of the inexplicable. It was a harrowing experience that will haunt me for a long time to come. Sisto and I share an unspoken understanding of what we went through, and we both know that some mysteries are best left unsolved.

Yours uneasily,

HAROLD

Dispatches from the Old Man on Little Brushy Mountain, with mentions of Mrs Bear, Madcat, Paw Brr and Maw Brr

Now that we have begun settlement here, I suppose that it might be a nice diversion to record events as they happen or revealed to me.

This being Radon country,  we consulted a local mitigation company to test and to make sure our home is able to stay well within safe levels,  given that Radon is the #2 cause of lung cancer after cigarettes.

My first meal in our happy hut was quite a fast food feast, a double impossible whopper with cheese, pickle, ketchup and mayo, a can of Dr. Pepper Zero from the fridge, large Burger King onion rings and a large McDonald’s fries.  (Paw and Maw Brr hit McDonald’s, as it is not far from the BK. Sadly, or possibly fortunately for me,  the shake machine was broken, so no Shamrock, Oreo Strawberry or Chocolate goodness for me… this time.)

Our

Local Cryptid for today is The Bunny Man.

Howdy folks, it’s me, the Old Man on Little Brushy Mountain, scribbling down some tales from our new homestead. We’ve finally settled in this neck of the woods, and life’s been mighty interesting so far!

First things first, we had to make sure our home is safe from radon, which is quite common in these parts. So, we called in a local mitigation company to test and make sure our cabin is free from this sneaky vapor. After all, radon is the second leading cause of lung cancer after cigarettes, and we aren’t taking any chances with our health, if we can help it!

Now, let me tell ya about my first meal in our cozy little hut. I went all out with a fast food feast! I chowed down on a double impossible whopper with all the fixins – cheese, pickle, ketchup, and mayo. Washed it all down with a can of Dr. Pepper Zero from the fridge. And to top it off, I had some Burger King onion rings and a heapin’ plate of McDonald’s fries. Paw and Maw Brr went to McDonald’s too, since it ain’t too far from the BK. But dang it, wouldn’t ya know it, the shake machine was broken! So, no Shamrock, Oreo, Strawberry, or Chocolate goodness for me this time. Guess I’ll have to keep my milkshake dreams alive for another day!

Oh, and speaking of our neighbors, we’ve got quite a cast of characters here on Little Brushy Mountain. There’s Mrs. Bear, who’s always prowlin’ around and up to shenanigans, not unlike Madcat Pearl, the mischievous feline who’s always into something. Let me tell ya, Paw and Maw Brr are quite the pair too, always keepin’ me on my toes with their doings. But hey, life wouldn’t be half as fun without ’em! Also of note were the Venison Sisters (5 young deer we saw today just up the way), and the first visit from soon to retire school marm Ann, who saw us loading up the house and introduced herself. I should also mention the wandering ball-men seeking to recover lost treasures from the grassy moat that surrounds us all.

Well, that’s it for now, folks. I’ll be sure to keep y’all posted on the happenings here on Little Brushy Mountain. ‘Til next time, keep smilin’ and enjoyin’ life’s little quirks!

Yours truly,

Scottobear

Our new home, one day in.

It has been less than 24 hours since we signed the papers on our new home, and already I am struck by the similarities and differences between this place and our former abode. As I reflect on our first day here, I am filled with a mix of nostalgia and excitement for the new experiences that await us.

One of the notable similarities between our old and new homes is their natural beauty. Our former place boasted sandy shores and salty sea breezes, while our new home is nestled amidst majestic mountains, offering breathtaking vistas of rolling hills and verdant valleys. Both places have a charm and serenity that is unique to their landscapes, and I find myself captivated by the beauty of each in its own way.

However, there are also differences that set our new home apart from our old one. The pace of life here seems to be more relaxed and laid-back compared to the bustling energy of our former spot. The people here are friendly and welcoming, with a strong sense of community that is palpable. The local shops and historic buildings exude a sense of charm and character that is distinct from the vibe of our old town.

Another noticeable difference is the outdoor recreational opportunities that our new home has to offer. While our old town provided access to sandy beaches and water activities, our new home boasts abundant hiking trails, scenic parks, and opportunities for outdoor adventures in the nearby mountains. The change in scenery presents new opportunities for exploration and adventure, and we are eager to immerse ourselves in the natural beauty that surrounds us.

As I sit in our new home, I am filled with gratitude for the memories we made in our old town and the new experiences that await us in this new place. While there are similarities and differences between the two, each with its own unique appeal, I am excited to embrace the new chapter of our lives here. It is a new beginning filled with possibilities, and I am eager to see how our journey unfolds in this picturesque part of the world.