Hi Honey I'm home! Did you miss me?
It was a lovely Trip. I got to see a number of Heritage Sites, swim in the ocean, and visited a Haunted Pond in Charlottetown.
From the first to ninth of August I will be on a Family Trip to visit Relatives in Prince Edward Island. I've never been to the Maritimes before so this is exciting.
Maybe I'll get a chance to visit some Haunted Houses or see a Sea-Serpent. I might leave the Photography to my Sisters. I don't want the Photos looking like a Family on Vacation before encountering a Sea Troglodyte 😆
Seventeen hours is a long drive. Luckily I downloaded plenty of Audiodramas with Ambience by @realmdrifters and Apocalypse News Ambience by End Times Ambience.
Talk to you all when I get back.
Late one foggy night along Highway 101, a driver hit a thick patch of coastal mist just outside Cannon Beach. Out of nowhere, a figure stumbled into the headlights.
It wasn't a hitchhiker. It was a man wrapped head to toe in filthy, blood-soaked bandages, reeking of decaying flesh. Before the driver could hit the gas, the creature threw itself onto the pickup bed, slamming against the rear glass until the truck screeched into town.
When they finally stopped, the creature was gone, leaving only a lingering stench and bits of rotting linen stuck to the tailgate.
This is the Bandage Man of Cannon Beach and it's one of the Oregon coast’s most enduring urban legends.
But where does the story actually come from?
Local lore says he was a logger torn apart in a brutal sawmill accident in the 1950s. Bound in emergency gauze to hold his crushed body together, he died before the ambulance reached the hospital.
When you dig into mid-century Clatsop County records, logging was indeed the area's primary industry. Industrial timber accidents were terrifyingly common along those isolated coastal routes before modern emergency medical services existed.
While no official record names a specific "Bandage Man," the legend directly mirrors the real-world anxieties and hazards of 1950s Pacific Northwest logging communities.
Over the decades, the story evolved into a staple of local folklore, passed down through regional youth camps and coastal drivers warning travelers about the dark turns near Cannon Beach.
Whether born from mid-century industrial tragedy or pure coastal folklore, locals still give the same advice:
If you ever find yourself driving the Oregon coast after midnight and smell rotting flesh through your vents, don't pull over. Just step on the gas.
@MattisRedacted Being called to master our Passions through Pius Logic (to paraphrase 4 Maccabees) instead of letting our Passions master us, is weakness? Curious 🤔
I'm ridiculously excited for Control Resonant. The world of Control is so fascinating to me. I love the realty bending stuff going on in this game. The environment shifting looks awesome and traversing it is gonna be super fun. I'm going to take so many photos 😂
Thank you all for the success of "Accidental Truth: NEXT", please check it out if you haven't already. Here's what's coming from Ron James in December:
I love that in Nara, Japan seeing a deer in a place like this is the most normal thing in the world 😂. Nara is definitely on my bucket list of places to go before I die.