#Skooks Landing

[rabbitcruiser]

Whirlpool Canyon, BC (No. 5)

With the advent of industrial logging practices, the global quantity of driftwood has declined. Early accounts indicate that driftwood was once more plentiful. Early photographs of the pacific coast reveal greater amounts of driftwood on the beaches than is present today. Likewise, when traveling in Dixon Entrance in the late 1800s, George A. Dorsey recorded that many beaches were "piled high with drift, often to a height of sixty feet or more. " Melting polar ice may also contribute to the decline of Siberian driftwood in the Atlantic as the sea ice enabled driftwood to travel greater distances without becoming waterlogged.

Source: Wikipedia

[nancydrewwarcrimecommitter]

He’s the Sensei

[moccahobi]

Flames of Life [Yoonji x Reader]

Rating: General audiences

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Pairing: gender swapped Yoongi x reader

Word count: 1k words

Warnings: None really, except maybe stress

Prompt: Bonfire

[A/N]: Thank you @purpleskies1999​ for this amazing banner! I love it so so much. It is so fun. This is the FIRST SUBMISSION I HAVE FOR @btsholidaybingo​! I have some more in the works and hopefully another coming out this weekend... but I have been slow!

On a more serious note, I wrote this after a really challenging day. This is entirely a writer insert that I have disguised as a reader insert haha. But I wanted to write something that was Yoongi, our lovely therapist who I love and admire, comforting me (and any reader) after a hard day. Oh and also... I am kinda very bisexual and I was craving a gorl. So... we get Yoonji instead!  

Crackle. Snap. 

The bonfire in front of you was blazing brilliantly, making the whole forest around it look small and dark in comparison. It was a roaring life that flickered and grew (in the firepit) and called every living thing to look at it like a siren call. From tree branches, birds and squirrels pirched, some even dared to come close to it and soak up the warmth that it offered. 

Crackle.

The world around you faded away as you stared pensively at the cackling fire, its embers fluttering out and scalding the bare dirt it landed on. It was more wild and alive than you had felt in a long time and looking at it, you felt invigorated and relaxed. All your troubles melted away as you kept staring, the fire and its life consuming you and making them seem miniscule. Classes didn’t matter. Surgeries were no more. Familial troubles were gone too. 

Crackle. Snap.

For once, everything was simple and sweet and nice.

Snap. Snap. Crackle.

A sweet and soothing chuckle drifted up and broke you from your reprieve, “What are you thinking about, baby?” 

It was Yoonji, returning to the bonfire you two made with a glass of ice cold water from the nearby spring, condensation already forming on it and dripping onto the ground with each step she took. Gingerly, you took the cup from her and leaned into her warm embrace as she sat down on the log you were perched on. Her embrace was exponentially more soothing than the fire. Her warmth was a soft lullaby that protected you from the bite of the fall air and shoulderd some of your worries. 

Crackle.

At some point, her hand snuck up and started to carefully rub your head, her dull nails gently scraping against your scalp and sending soothing shivers down your body. A sigh left you as you slowly sipped your water and leaned deeper into Yoonji’s solid embrace.

This camping trip was the perfect thing you needed to relax.

Crackle. Crackle.

A whole weekend away from everything with the woman you loved more than anything. There were some moments on the trip and when setting up that were somewhat frustrating (two city folks trying to pitch a tent would cause some frustration), but when all was said and done, nature seemed to absorb your stress and ground you with a warm embrace. The bonfire was a wonderful icing on the cake that neither of you expected. Yooji and you were not skilled in making and setting fires, the skill all but melted away from years in the city (if either of you actually had it in the first place that is) and had expected to just eat cold food and be chilly. Luck was on your side though. A nice old couple were leaving and had bought too much fire supplies. They were trying to give it away to anyone who would take it. Yoonji convinced you to hide the offer from other campers and convince the old couple to give you all the wood. It was more than you needed for a two night stay so you made large fires.

Snap.

“What are you thinking of, baby?” She asked quietly, gently pulling you tighter against her and delivering a kiss on your neck.

It tickled you and a small giggle left you, “I am thinking about how happy I am to be here with you… and with such a nice fire.” 

“Yeah. This is really nice. We deserve this.” 

Snap. Crackle.

You giggled and nodded, setting your cup down on the ground before hugging Yoonji back, a sigh leaving her as you did.

“We’ve done so much hard work. You’ve done so so much work, Y/n-ah. I am so proud of you. You’re so incredibly strong.” 

Tears budded in your eyes and you quickly burrowed your face against Yoonji’s neck before taking a deep breath. The camping trip was supposed to help you relax. You’d been under so much stress. You’d cry multiple times a day, and get gnarly pimples that you’d pop and pick at and kept forgetting to eat until late into the day. It was bad. Which was partially why the two of you decided to drive three hours away on a planned weekend getaway from the city and life. You didn’t come here to cry though. That wasn’t part of the plan.

Crackle. Crackle.

“I am so proud of you, ya’ know that? You’re working hard and taking such challenging classes and doing so much work and it is hard and it’s ok to be stressed.”

A stuttered breath tore from you as tears made their way down your face and Yoonji gently rubbed your back and head, the occasional kiss landing on your shoulder and neck as more and more praises fell from her lips. 

“I love you, baby, and I am so proud of you.” 

Crackle.

When you eventually finished crying, the two of you stared off into the bonfire, its life and beauty entrapping both of you and taking your worries. No words were said for a long while that night. 

No words were needed. 

Under the soft glow of the warm fire and the gentle songs of forest animals, the only things that needed to be said had been. Together under the stars (in a tent that you had somehow pitched earlier that day), you and Yoonji fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Bonus:

You awoke with a start, anxiety pumping through your veins as you struggled to gather your bearings. A loud scream tearing you from a nice dream of baking with Yoonji and your family. Yoonji was the one screaming as the sun pierced through the tent and its respective rain tarp. 

“What is up, babe? Why are you screaming?”

She was still in your sleeping bag, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around you as she skook. 

“The-the-there are bugs…” 

It clicked. 

This was her first time camping. 

She didn’t expect the bugs to gather on top of your tent. 

A small  smile grew on your face, “Yes, babe. There are bugs. They like the heat that the tarp and our bodies provide.”

“I hate it. We’re never going camping again.”

[vaspider]

Hey there! So I just moved here a few months ago. What do I really need to know to get integrated here? I've already been introduced to Hoagies (and Max's over on Erie and Broad) and I'm slowly learning our sportsball teams (Eagles and Phillies). What else do I need to know?

The roads flood unexpectedly. Here more than anywhere else, don’t drive into water, it can be unexpectedly deep.

None of the roads make any sense. Download Waze.

Don’t miss the concerts in the summer at Penn’s Landing. Some of them are hella cheap and really good. We saw Jason Mraz a few years ago and he was amazing and it was a small crowd, comparatively. 

The potholes will eat your car. Be careful. Seriously.

Merge like your life depends on it. It does. Here more than anywhere else, never ever take your eyes off the road. Philly drivers are aggressive as fuck. We make New Jersey drivers look like beginners.

Go do all the tourist shit. There’s a lot of it and it’s relatively cheap and some of it is really amazing. We just saw an exhibit at the Jewish Museum about 1917 in Jewish history that blew our minds. 

But skip the duck boats. A friend of mine almost died when one tipped.

There are ways around I76 and 95 so learn them.

Learn how to correctly pronounce Schuylkill (SKOOK-ull), Trenton (TREH-eh), & Lancaster (LANK-ister) like locals. Nothing marks you as ‘not from here’ like pronouncing stuff the way we don’t. 

This is more of a Central PA thing but master the use of ‘awhile.’ If a waitress brings you dessert and says ‘can I bring your check awhile,’ she means: can I bring you your check while you eat. If someone asks if you want to do something ‘awhile,’ it means ‘do you want to do X thing while we do Y thing, especially if Y thing involves waiting for something else to happen.’ 

The Trans March. Cis or trans, we need you there. Show up. Look it up on Facebook.

The Attic, Mazzoni Center,  William Way Center, for LGBT+ resources. 

Yeah a lot of this is about driving, I spent the last 2 days driving Lyft & Uber during the Super Bowl so. 

[rabbitcruiser]

Whirlpool Canyon, BC (No. 4)

According to Norse mythology, the first humans, Ask and Embla, were formed out of two pieces of driftwood, an ash and an elm, by the god Odin and his brothers, Vili and Vé. The Vikings would cast wood into the sea before making landfall. The location of the wood would be an indication as to where to build their mead halls. The wood used would found the high-seat pillars of the new hall.

Driftwood carried by Arctic rivers was the main, or sometimes only, source of wood for some Inuit and other Arctic populations living north of the tree line until they came into regular contact with European traders. Traditional Inuit boats such as the kayak were fashioned from driftwood frames covered in skins. The Inuit classified driftwood into seven different types, each possessing its own unique material and visual properties. Driftwood could be used to make bows if it was straight grained and in reasonably good condition; these were reinforced with sinew cables. The Inuit even made arrows from driftwood; these were often short and fitted with bone or antler foreshafts. Dry scrapings produced by working this material were collected, stored and used for the starting of fires year-round by Inuit. Wood that is burned today in these regions mainly consists of the remains of condemned wooden structures. Driftwood is still used as kindling by some. Woods with resinous qualities, such as cedar, are preferred for their lengthier burning times. 

The "Old Man of the Lake" in Crater Lake, Oregon is a full-size tree that has been bobbing vertically in the lake for more than a century. Due to the cold water of the lake, the tree has been well preserved.

Alice Gray, the legendary "Diana of the Dunes", who fought to preserve the Indiana Dunes which contain quantities of driftwood named her college "Driftwood", and made all her furniture from driftwood.

Source: Wikipedia

[rabbitcruiser]

Whirlpool Canyon, BC (No. 3)

Driftwood is wood that has been washed onto a shore or beach of a sea, lake, or river by the action of winds, tides or waves.

In some waterfront areas, driftwood is a major nuisance. However, the driftwood provides shelter and food for birds, fish and other aquatic species as it floats in the ocean. Gribbles, shipworms and bacteria decompose the wood and gradually turn it into nutrients that are reintroduced to the food web. Sometimes, the partially decomposed wood washes ashore, where it also shelters birds, plants, and other species. Driftwood can become the foundation for sand dunes.

Most driftwood is the remains of trees, in whole or part, that have been washed into the ocean, due to flooding, high winds, or other natural occurrences, or as the result of logging. There is also a subset of driftwood known as drift lumber. Drift lumber includes the remains of man-made wooden objects, such as buildings and their contents washed into the sea during storms, wooden objects discarded into the water from shore, dropped dunnage or lost cargo from ships (jetsam), and the remains of shipwrecked wooden ships and boats (flotsam). Erosion and wave action may make it difficult or impossible to determine the origin of a particular piece of driftwood.

Driftwood can be used as part of decorative furniture or other art forms, and is a popular element in the scenery of fish tanks.

Source: Wikipedia

[rabbitcruiser]

Topsy-Turvy

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Tumbling

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[rabbitcruiser]

Liard River, BC

It flows south-east and east along the Alaska Highway, receiving the waters of Dease River, Kloye Creek, Trepanier Creek and Black Angus Creek. It continues east through the Dease Forest, where it receives the waters of the Hyland River south of Hyland River Provincial Park, then receives the Malcolm Creek, Tatisno Creek and Nustlo Creek. It flows along the Yukon border, where the Alaska Highway once again follows the Liard and receives the Cosh Creek, Contact Creek, Scoby Creek and Sandin Brook, then turns south around Mount Sandin, receiving water from Tsia Creek, Tsinitla Creek, Tatzille Creek and Leguil Creek. It turns eastwards along the northern margin of the Liard Plateau, where it receives the Kechika River near Skooks Landing, Niloil Creek from Niloil Lake and Coal River by Coal River. It continues east and south-east, south of Mount Reid, still followed by the Alaska Highway, receiving the waters of Geddes Creek, Grant Creek, Smith River, Lapie Creek, Teeter Creek, Mould Creek and Hoole Creek.

It enters the Liard River Hot Springs Provincial Park, where the Trout River empties into the Liard. Alaska Highway runs south along the Trout River, while the Liard flows east through the Liard River Corridor Provincial Park and Protected Area, south of the Sentinel Range of the Muskwa Ranges, receiving the waters of Deer River and Canyon Creek in the Grand Canyon of the Liard. It continues south-east between the Barricade Range and Mount Rothenberg of the Sentinel Range, where the Moule Creek and Sulphur Creek flow in the Liard. It flows east, out of the Northern Rockies and through the foothills, where it receives waters from the Brimstone Creek, Crusty Creek, Grayling River, Graybank Creek and Toad River. It turns north-west, receiving the waters from Garbutt Creek, Lepine Creek, Chimney Creek, Ruthie Creek, Scatter River and Beaver River. It then turns south-east, receives the waters from Catkin Creek, Dunedin River and Fort Nelson River. From here it turns north, receiving the waters of Zus Creek, Sandy Creek and La Biche River and crosses into the Northwest Territories, immediately east of the Yukon border.

Source: Wikipedia