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Wonders of Norway: A Traveller's Guide to the Best Kept Secrets

By John Kirby, G. Soliven From BSIT-1A

Imagine a land of stunning fjords, majestic mountains, and vibrant cities under the shimmering Northern Lights. Norway is not just a destination; it's my dream vacation, a place I long to explore one day. Though I’m currently studying and can’t visit just yet, this guide will unveil the hidden gems of this Scandinavian paradise for when I can finally embark on my journey. Whether you're an outdoor enthusiast, a history buff, or simply seeking tranquillity in nature, Norway has something special for everyone. Let’s embark on this journey to discover the wonders of Norway!

Norway’s Outdoor Adventure

Why Norway Is Perfect for Adventure Travelers

Norway is often referred to as a dream destination for adventure travellers. The varied landscapes provide a rich diversity of outdoor activities, including hiking, biking, skiing, kayaking, and rock climbing. There’s no shortage of thrilling experiences to be had in Norway's great outdoors!

When I think of my future travels, I can already envision myself immersed in nature, taking in all that Norway has to offer:

Mountain Climbing

With over 600 mountains, Norway is a paradise for climbers. Galdhøpiggen, the highest peak at 8,100 feet, promises breathtaking views for those ready to take on the challenge.

Rafting

For adrenaline seekers, white-water rafting on Norway’s majestic rivers is a must. From beginner-friendly experiences to thrilling rapids, there’s an adventure for everyone.

Dog Sledding

In the winter, dog sledding is an unforgettable experience. Imagine gliding through snow-covered landscapes in Tromsø, led by a team of e nergetic huskies!

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Activities and Nature Attractions

Norway is filled with stunning natural beauty and activities for every season. Here are some highlights I dream of experiencing:

Must-See Nature Attractions

Fjords: Exploring the iconic fjords like Geirangerfjord and Nærøyfjord, both UNESCO World Heritage Sites, is at the top of my list.

Northern Lights: Witnessing the magical Aurora Borealis in places like Tromsø during winter is a dream come true.

Midnight Sun: I can already imagine the surreal experience of the sun never setting during summer in northern Norway.

Waterfalls: Visiting breath-taking waterfalls like Vettisfossen, the tallest in Norway, would be a highlight of my trip.

Family-Friendly Activities

Norway also offers many activities suitable for families, from outdoor adventures to cultural experiences, making it a wonderful place to visit for everyone.

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Cultural Insights

Family Dynamics

Norwegian families tend to be small, valuing independence and equality. Gender roles are balanced, with shared responsibilities in both work and home life, creating a sense of community.

Official Language and Communication

Norwegian is the official language, but most Norwegians speak English, making it easy for travellers like me to communicate and connect with locals. I appreciate the straightforward and warm-hearted nature of Norwegian interactions.

The Norwegian Diet

Traditional Norwegian cuisine includes fish, meat, and hearty bread. While I look forward to trying local delicacies, I know international influences have shaped the modern dining scene, making it diverse and exciting.

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17 Things You Need to Know Before Visiting Norway

Norway is a Scandinavian Country: It consists of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark.

Polar Bears Do Not Walk in the Streets: They���re found in Svalbard, not mainland Norway.

Currency: The Norwegian Krone (NOK) is the currency; most transactions can be done with cards.

Safety: Norway is one of the safest countries to visit, with low crime rates.

Seasons: Norway experiences distinct seasons; plan your visit accordingly.

Wild Camping: Enjoy the freedom of wild camping in nature.

National Parks: Access to national parks is generally free.

Best Salmon: Don’t miss trying Norway’s renowned salmon dishes.

Eating Out: Dining can be expensive; consider grocery shopping for budget-friendly meals.

Northern Lights: Best viewed in northern Norway between October and April.

Travel Distances: Norway is large, so plan your travel time accordingly.

Wildlife: Generally safe; no dangerous animals on mainland Norway.

Norwegian Taco Culture: Tacos are a beloved Friday night tradition!

Diversity of Regions: Each region offers unique landscapes and experiences.

Midnight Sun: Experience 24 hours of daylight in summer.

Community Engagement: Young people often engage in sports and volunteer work.

Language: Understanding basic Norwegian phrases can enhance your experience.

Reference Norway, with its breathtaking landscapes, rich culture, and welcoming atmosphere, is truly my dream vacation destination. From stunning fjords to vibrant cities, I know there’s something for every traveler. I eagerly look forward to exploring this incredible country someday.

I encourage you to consider visiting this amazing destination and share your thoughts or experiences in the comments below. Have you traveled to Norway? What was your favorite part?

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[jonathanbiers]

a list of liminal spaces/situations where reality feels a bit altered to use as inspiration or writing prompts!

feel free to also use as an ask game if you like!

mirrors in a dark room

playgrounds at midnight

when you're moving out of a house and checking your room when it's almost or completely empty and sorted out

rest stops on highways

a room lit by candlelight only

an empty laundromat at night with the washing machines still on

deep in the mountains

churches at night

abandoned gas stations

hospitals at midnight

abandoned warehouse

out-of-commission lighthouses

empty parking lots

rooftops in the early morning

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed

trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic

schools during summer

bowling alleys after close

a cornfield next to a long country road

being the last person awake at a sleepover

hospital waiting rooms

airports at night

foggy cemeteries

abandoned prisons

hilltops in full moonlight

empty barns

marshes

a body of water shrouded in fog

hiking/biking trails during winter

winter twilight

back allies between houses

empty roller rink

dirt roads on fall evenings

libraries after closing

the woods during a rainstorm

roads covered in snow

train stations after 10pm

the air outside right before a massive storm

the woods just after twilight

the beach in winter

the bottom of swimming pools

secluded back corner of a library

windy roads at night when you can only see what's immediately in front of you

empty skatepark on a warm night

anywhere immediately after a really bad fight

the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am

firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass

being the only one downstairs on christmas  

stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed

when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost

that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it

a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm

corn fields with the wind blowing over them

malls about to close for the night

woods at twilight/dawn

being on a train after midnight

theme parks at night

being alone in an elevator for a few minutes

looking down at the trees from up high

the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night

tree houses

4-6 am on a winter morning

the feeling of being chased

condensation coming out of your mouth when it's really cold in the morning

arcade just after close

stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop

greenhouses that have been left to grow alone

biking/walking on the main road when it's dark and no cars are around

foggy swamp

bakery just after opening, everything is fresh and warm and the sun hasn't risen yet

hotel corridors in the middle of the night

foggy mornings in a meadow

flickering streetlights

long, dark hallways

the middle of a park when its snowing

train tracks in the forest

bonfires in the quiet

a little lake in the middle of the forest

lonely swings swaying with the wind

the woods on a night with a full moon

rest stops

empty metro stations that are usually crowded

gas stations on long mountain roads

the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street

under an old bridge

knowing you're not alone in a space where you can't see anyone around you, like a forest

junkyards

a dimly lit stairwell

empty sidewalk outside of a small venue when you can hear live music through the walls

corner store in a small town

parking garage at night

an empty field with old/out-of-commission industrial equipment/large machinery

graffiti'd train car

[wifetomegatron]

countries and cities i've been to that i think the lost light crew will enjoy (vol. i)

i think ratchet would like switzerland. snowy alps, open green fields where purple and yellow poppies littered across the grass dance with the northern wind. he enjoys the secluded valleys and will spend hours just driving past the topaz lakes. he likes the quiet of it all, the serenity, the closure. he makes drift join him in their holoforms to walk, taking in the traditional log houses and brightly-colored buildings, shops, and restaurants surrounded by lush woodlands, upland meadows, and snow-capped cliffs. grindelwald because drift is fascinated by humans and their winter sports, ascona for when it gets warmer and the boats are out by the docks. in a first contact au, ratchet would most likely end up working in either zurich or geneva, working closely with earth's international bodies like the united nations to facilitate human-cybertronian relations. i can also see the medic crew stationed there as well; running the first cybertronian medical facility on earth.

drift, predictably, would prefer japan more. osaka and tokyo for its entertainment, where he and rodimus would spend hours exploring the nightlife in their disguises. at times, they would even go as their alt-modes. rodimus gets ahead of himself with all the attention he's getting. he'd travel through many prefectures, driving past the borders to clear his head — perks of having a conjunx that works closely with human organizations is that he gets exempted from all the paperwork — but always end up somewhere private, tranquil. the shrines, the forests, the mountains — he would even be bold enough to dream of settling down there. one time ratchet flew in to visit him at a resort by the foot of mount fuji, and his husband was neck-deep inside the natural saunas. content and purring, sinking into recharge against the stones.

i have a feeling brainstorm and skids would stir up trouble somewhere in the netherlands. most likely in the infamous lecture halls of leiden university, where great minds like descartes and rembrandt once walked in. they'd hate the weather, where the sun becomes optional the moment it hits autumn (even before, apparently.) the roads are small, so they'd have difficulty navigating at first, nearly driving into a canal because of how fast people bike. direct, with just the right amount of witty, the pair are glad to enjoy the company of dutchies without having to rely on their (human) food because nothing that they've seen looks appealing or digestible. getaway is also there, most likely in amsterdam, where his holoform is most likely to get cornered in an alley and have his bike stolen.

nautica would love the sea, the vast, great open oceans of southeast asia would be the perfect place for her. ever the adventurer, she would drag riptide and velocity with her to explore the islands of the philippines & indonesia. where she'd learn how to dive and swim with the animals past the coral reefs. sweet girl nearly cried when she saw a group of whale sharks. anode and lug are content sitting by the beach, sipping on their latest invention — coconut-infused energon. bali is where i imagine the girls ( and riptide ) would go for a nice getaway. the people are all smiles, warm and friendly, and passionate about their culture. even if the two are more inclined towards the sciences, the flourishing art and spirituality of the balinese people made them feel at home again. ( if not nostalgic for caminus.)

i know rodimus is living his life in spain. maybe it won't be his designated home on earth. but with the lost light stationed in geneva, where ratchet, minimus, and megatron are with the rest of the united nations council ( because there is no way they can park the ship anywhere in the new york branch ), barcelona was his first solo trip on earth without straying too far from his co-captain's watchful eye. it was the peak of summer and there he was under the sun. the people were only initially surprised, but then again, they'd probably seen weirder things than a sixty-foot-tall robot asking them if he could join their game of volley by the beach. he bumps into krok and his rag-tag team — who's also trying to get away from minimus — so that's how he and misfire end up nearly drowning after a competitive game of water tag.

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

[rabbitcruiser]

Jasper National Park, AB (No. 7)

Attractions that can easily be reached by road include the Mount Edith Cavell hiking area, Maligne Lake (which features hiking and boating opportunities), Maligne Canyon, Miette Hot Springs, Pyramid Lake, the Jasper Skytram and the Athabasca Glacier, (an outlet glacier of the Columbia Icefield which features snow coach tours). The Marmot Basin ski area is the most popular winter attraction in the park.

Common summer recreational activities in the park include hiking, fishing, mountain biking (in select areas), wildlife viewing, rafting, kayaking and camping. Winter activities include Alpine skiing, cross-country skiing and snowshoeing. Some companies offer dog sled tours in the park.

Only a small fraction of the parks area is road accessible. The rest forms a large backcountry area which is largely only accessible by trail. Large areas of the backcountry are rarely visited as many areas' trails are poorly maintained or non existent. Access into the backcountry is most often accomplished by backpacking or horseback and in rare cases kayak or raft. Popular backcountry trips include the Tonquin Valley, the Skyline Trail, Jones Pass, Jacques Lake and the Fryatt Valley. The remote North Boundary Trail which provided access to the north half of the park is a multiweek backpacking trip. Canoe and kayaking access to the backcountry can be achieved on Maligne Lake.

Source: Wikipedia

[rwrbficrecs]

Sport Recs Part 1

Pumped by @myheartalivewrites (Climbing)

Recently moved to London, Alex meets Henry at a climbing wall, where accidental rudeness and misunderstandings keep them apart, until they don’t. 

There's pining, there's climbing, there's stupid boys falling for each other, and smut towards the end.

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks (Figure Skating)

When Alex fails to qualify for the 2022 Winter Olympics, it’s all too easy to blame Henry Fox, the dual citizen who’d switched from Team GB to Team USA and snagged the last spot for men’s figure skating. After Alex is abruptly thrown back into the games, he forms an unexpectedly deep connection with Henry. But no athlete who aims for the top of the podium can afford any serious distractions. Will Alex be able to keep his flaring emotions in check and take home the Olympic gold medal he’s always aimed for?

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor (Baseball)

“It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.”

Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

the winner takes it all by @stutteringpeach (Cycling)

In theory, this shouldn’t be a thing. Alex has spent his whole life around other cyclists, on the track and the road and off both, and he’s never had this sort of visceral reaction to any of them.

(Well. Kind of. Maybe he let his eyes linger on a teammate once or twice. But like—Alex is an athlete. He appreciates the human form.)

But the way the muscles in Henry Fox’s thighs stretch and ripple as he urges his bike up the mountain—

Yeah.

It’s a lot.

And if Alex weren’t so determined to steal that yellow jersey off his back he’d fall off his bike.

Love-Love by @livinginrhythm (Tennis)

“I hear Alex Claremont-Diaz is available,” she says, and while the idea is terribly appealing, he knows that it is incorrect.

“Alex is an incredible tennis player. If he wanted to pair up, I’d be open to that.”

It is not often Henry’s mouth gets him in trouble. Years of media training and growing up with a celebrity for a dad have left him very practiced in the subtle art of the spin.

Apparently the mere mention of Alex had all that leaving his head entirely.

[canarycolemine]

Death and the Promises He Made

Chapter 2 (finally omg)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of abuse, drug use, and forced prostitution

Tag List: @sirianisrock (let me know if you’d like to be added 💖)

I didn’t look towards Eddie as the skull faced man took my hand, leading me out of the bar. I knew, I fucking knew he had a smirk on his face. Just another way he could destroy me - break my boundaries. Always, I stayed in the lion's den he enslaved me in, but he gave me the courtesy to never allow the lions to drag my body away from the familiar cruelty. This, however, was a new cruelty.

Quite frankly, I didn’t care if this harsh looking man I followed would kill me. He looked like he could. Guiding me away, the unfamiliar man towered over my body, as did the strangely masked men. Physically, he could overpower me, but now, a mental overpowering was unfolding, too.

But I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, why this man held my hand so gently, as if it was made of glass. The patrons cat called as I left, but the man shot severe looks at them, which quieted them. I liked the power he had over them, his evil looks; what I could only hope is that he wouldn’t have cruelty with me, too.

As we neared the double doors of the bar, past the blue neon beer signs and posters of naked women, he let my hand go and opened the door for me. His hands were gloved; to his benefit, no human hand should ever touch those dirty bar doors. Still, holding the door open for me, a gentlemanly gesture, was something very rare for me these days.

The desert winter air struck me harder than I imagined. The night was darker, more solid than it usually was when I typically left the bar - the usual lighting of early morning, making the mountains on the east side of this town more visible than in the solid night. But I couldn’t see the mountains tonight. I let out a cold sigh, seeing my breath mist as I breathed out.

The man slipped his hand on the small of my back to guide me towards his car, the other hand gesturing towards them. Instinctively, I recoiled from his touch. I just hated being touched and the violence that would so often follow.

He withdrew his hand, following my reaction. I didn’t think too much of it.

There were so many large black vans, looking awfully expensive compared to the bikes and trucks that typically filled the parking lot. This legion looked so out of place, so distinguished, too much for this place.

I shivered again, not quite sure if it was the cold or withdrawal hitting me.

When we neared his car, I could see one of those masked men in the driver’s seat through the tinted windows. The car was already running, exhaust fumes pillowing behind. He opened the back door for me, gesturing me to enter. Instantly, the warmth of the car’s heating soothed me.

The interior of the car was black, and the scent was like it was brand new - rich leather, real leather and very, very clean.

I scooted myself across the back seat’s bench, making room for the man to enter behind me. Silently, I buckled myself in, putting my purse at my feet.

“Buenosera, ghoul, we’ll retire for the evening.” He instructed the masked driver.

Ghoul? Damn, and I thought Eddie treated his employees rough.

“Si, Papa.” A husky, deep voice replied. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was stoic, as if he were a vessel, only able to move once commanded.

Papa? Too often, “daddy” was the name my patrons preferred; it was patriarchal and perverse. It was all the same to me. Any other night, I would have cringed at calling him that, but the deep voiced driver said ‘Papa’ like it was some sort of title. Someone he revered.

Regardless of any curiosity, I couldn’t help the cringe I made over the name.

“Something wrong, signora?” The man called Papa asked, observing my face.

“Oh, um, no.” I started, realizing I needed to silence the emotions I so often wore on my face. I did have a job to do, I suppose. “Just, I usually call my, uh, clients, daddy or something. Papa’s just a new one. Do you want me to call you that?”

“Ah. No, no. It’s a title, so to say.” He clarified. “You do not need to call me ‘Papa,’ the driver ghoul must call me Papa - I’ll send him back to hell if he doesn't use the name.” He playfully threatened.

I smirked, doubting him, but entertaining him. The way he said it, something about his stern face. He overcompensated his mean visage with these remarks, like he wanted to see me laugh, wanted to make me comfortable. It was nice.

I cast one look at the dinghy bar as we departed the parking lot. How cruel it really all was, and how lost I got along the way. This ugly place, and the wicked men it held. It destroyed the beauty that I held. It didn’t matter how I looked, I had simply become a ghost. Here I was now, being driven away from the bar, as if it was some sort of strong hold, a safe place. I shouldn’t be afraid, I shouldn’t miss this place. But, it was familiar.

Perhaps it was just the familiarity of captivity.

The glow of the bar’s halogen lights faded, as we drove further down the desert road. It was so novel, to be afraid of leaving the place that had destroyed me. I knew what to expect, but I hated it all. Hated what had become of my shit life. How I was so tired of being strong, hoping to escape from this miserable trailer park life, then so weak from abuse, and then, worst, nothing at all.

A sniffle I didn’t mean to take captured the man’s attention. In my peripheral vision, I saw his internal debate to acknowledge my emotions or not. I half hoped he wouldn’t, but the unsettling comfort he made me feel almost prompted something. Trust, maybe.

“Would you like us to drive you home, little one? We don’t have to return to the hotel.” He broke the silence.

“No, it’s fine.” I lied. “I’ll get over it. Sorry, I know some people don’t like sniffling.”

“You do not have to lie to me,” he cut through, “I am not going to hurt you. I promise.”

A promise.

Somehow, that broke me. I couldn’t control the sobs that I wracked suddenly. My breath could hardly keep up as my body crumpled in on itself. I felt his hand on my shoulder. It was as if he didn’t dare move it down my body.

Maybe I could blame my emotions on withdrawal, but I hadn’t felt emotions this strongly for so long. I couldn’t remember when I could feel. Just feel.

Why was I so affected by his words? Half of my brain, the last reasonable one, said that he’s just like everyone who’s said that before. They want you to trust them, make you feel comfortable, give you hope that he would make everything better - but always. Always. He left you. He’ll take your money, the last of your booze, and another piece of your soul.

God damn it. There was another half of my brain, the part that still wanted to be human. Maybe it’ll be different this time. He won’t me, and things will change. I could be free again. He could take me away from this life. Maybe I can get a piece of my soul back.

The battle raged in my brain, almost suspending my body in the moment.

A small squeeze he gave. Reassuring. Grounding.

“What can I do for you, dear, to make you feel better?”

“Can you just,” another sniffle, surely I looked a mess, “can you just hold me?”

“Like a hug?”

“Like a hug.”

“Of course, dear.” He waited for me to move closer to him. Only after I was settled did he wrap his arms around me. Almost paternal, but very safe, I felt steadied in his arms. Up close, through the tears, his suit’s thread was rich - a small paisley detail throughout the fabric. Each cut, immaculately tailored to his figure and not a thread out of place. His cologne was equally luxurious - smokey, subtle, masculine. Almost, almost, I felt trust. I could almost feel comforted.

I didn’t know anything about him, not even his name. And, I just asked him for a fucking hug. God, I felt pathetic.

“I’m sorry, sir, but could you not call me the pet names?” I probed, worried the comfort might end. But, so far, he hadn’t given me any indication that I couldn’t speak my peace.

“Certainly.” He said so solidly. “I will need your name though, if I may have it.”

“You can call me Eden.” It wasn’t my name, but I always liked it. I really didn’t use my real name anymore. I could pretend with him, as a last safeguard.

“Eden? That’s a lovely name.” The name felt safe in his voice.

“Thanks,” I said. “What would you like me to call you?”

“I have several names, little Eden, you can choose. Some call me Papa, others say Secondo, and those who are closest to me call me Lorzeno. But, eh, you could also use Mr. E.”

“Mystery?” I nearly cringed.

He chuckled at the miscommunication. “No, no, Mr. E. Emeritus is my surname.”

A pause. The thought came into my mind - emeritus. Before I had this life, I was a good Catholic girl. Emeritus was commonly used for a retired pope. I may have lost some of my reasoning, as well as my faith, but something about this man told me wasn’t Catholic.

Frankly, I didn’t have a prayer either way. At worst, he was going to kill me, I so thoroughly believed. I didn’t really give a fuck.

“I’ll call you Secondo. Sounds Italian.”

“Yes, my name means the second. I am the second eldest of my brothers.”

“Awfully creative parents you had,” I joked.

This brought some level of bemusement to the man, a small chuckle fell out. He patted my head, letting his gloves hand linger in my hair for a little while longer. It felt nice.

As cruel as prostitution was, the rushed intimacy between myself and a stranger broke down any boundaries or reservations about physical touch. Disgusting me often, but in his arms, just right now, the touch was almost welcome.

As if reading my mind, he said so, so softly. “Rest now, little Eden. I will awaken you once we arrive.”

So Eden I was.

No trust I could have for this man, who looked like nothing but death. Maybe that’s why it was so natural to fall asleep next to him - easily, faintly, quietly, I drifted to the lightest state of sleep. Like death, so natural and comfortable.

Time stood still, as it often does in between consciousness and unconsciousness. But I drifted, feeling as safer than I had ever been in that bar. Although unfamiliar, I followed him as he held me steady.

[slytherin-bookworm-guy]

The Unique Charm of Broomfield, CO

Uncover the Unique Appeal of Broomfield, CO

Broomfield, Colorado, combines the charm of a close-knit community with the conveniences of modern living, making it a truly exceptional destination in the state. Positioned perfectly between Denver and Boulder, Broomfield offers scenic Rocky Mountain views, abundant outdoor activities, and a thriving business sector. Whether you're planning a visit or considering making it home, Broomfield’s distinctive qualities will leave a lasting impression.

1. Breathtaking Scenery and Outdoor Adventure

One of Broomfield’s defining features is its natural beauty, with sweeping mountain views and lush green spaces. Home to over 8,000 acres of open areas, parks, and trails, the city provides countless ways to explore the outdoors. Locals and visitors alike enjoy popular spots like Broomfield County Commons Park and Interlocken Trail, where mountain vistas and tranquil landscapes make for ideal hiking, biking, and picnicking locations.

In winter, Broomfield’s proximity to the Rocky Mountains means you’re just a short drive from world-class skiing, snowboarding, and other winter sports. No matter the season, Broomfield is a haven for those who appreciate the great outdoors and year-round recreation.

2. A Flourishing Hub for Tech and Innovation

Broomfield has become a significant player in Colorado’s tech and business scene. With major companies like Oracle, Level 3 Communications, and Vail Resorts headquartered here, the city’s Interlocken Technology Park has developed into a bustling center for innovation. This thriving business environment attracts entrepreneurs, professionals, and tech enthusiasts, providing ample job opportunities and fostering an entrepreneurial culture.

Thanks to its strategic location near Denver and Boulder, Broomfield has emerged as a convenient base for professionals looking for both career growth and a balanced lifestyle. The city’s business-friendly atmosphere and dynamic corporate landscape make it a magnet for those in the tech industry and beyond.

3. A Welcoming, Family-Oriented Community

Broomfield consistently ranks as one of Colorado’s best cities for families, and it’s easy to see why. Known for its safe neighborhoods, excellent schools, and family-friendly amenities, Broomfield creates an environment where families can thrive. The Paul Derda Recreation Center offers diverse programs for kids and adults, making it a popular spot for community activities and fitness.

Broomfield’s dedication to fostering community spirit is evident in its year-round events, including holiday parades, summer concerts, and seasonal festivals. The city’s strong commitment to education and safety makes it especially appealing to families looking for a supportive and enriching place to live.

4. Arts, Culture, and Entertainment

Broomfield has a vibrant cultural scene with something for everyone. The 1stBank Center hosts major concerts, sports events, and performances, bringing in well-known artists and entertainers. For a more local touch, the Broomfield Auditorium offers theater, music, and art exhibits, showcasing the talents of the community and creating a gathering space for residents.

For history buffs, the Broomfield Depot Museum provides insights into the city’s journey from a small agricultural town to a thriving suburban community. FlatIron Crossing, a nearby shopping and entertainment hub, combines retail therapy with great dining and entertainment options, making it a favorite for both locals and visitors.

5. Ideal Location and Regional Accessibility

Broomfield’s central location is one of its greatest assets. Nestled between Denver and Boulder, it offers quick access to both urban experiences and mountain adventures. Residents can easily enjoy the cultural and recreational offerings of nearby cities while returning to the tranquility of Broomfield’s neighborhoods.

Denver International Airport is about a 30-minute drive away, making travel convenient for residents and visitors alike. The city’s location and access to major highways make it a prime spot for those who want to experience all Colorado has to offer without sacrificing convenience.

6. A Focus on Sustainability and Open Space Preservation

Broomfield places a high value on environmental sustainability, dedicating significant resources to conserving open spaces and promoting green initiatives. Its well-connected network of parks, trails, and greenways encourages residents to walk or bike, reducing their carbon footprint while enjoying the outdoors.

The city’s sustainable initiatives include energy-efficient building codes, recycling programs, and tree-planting efforts. Broomfield’s commitment to environmental stewardship resonates with eco-conscious residents and visitors, making it a great place for those who prioritize sustainability.

7. Diverse Dining Scene and Local Breweries

Broomfield’s culinary landscape offers a mix of dining experiences to satisfy all tastes. FlatIron Crossing and its surrounding areas feature a wide variety of restaurants, ranging from cozy family diners to upscale dining establishments. Food enthusiasts can explore a selection of flavors, from classic American to international cuisines.

Local breweries are also an integral part of Broomfield’s culture. These establishments, often featuring handcrafted beers and seasonal specials, offer a cozy atmosphere where locals and visitors can relax and socialize. The food and drink scene in Broomfield highlights the community’s diverse tastes and commitment to quality.

8. Strong Community Bonds and Volunteer Opportunities

Community spirit is one of Broomfield’s most valued qualities. The city fosters a warm, welcoming environment through numerous community events, volunteer programs, and local festivals. Broomfield residents are known for their friendly, supportive nature, and newcomers quickly find opportunities to connect through volunteer programs and community gatherings.

From park clean-ups to helping at local non-profits, Broomfield encourages people of all ages to get involved, making it easy for residents to build meaningful relationships while contributing to the community. This emphasis on community bonds makes Broomfield feel like home for both longtime residents and newcomers.

9. Perfect for Exploring Colorado’s Front Range

Broomfield’s location is ideal for exploring the Colorado Front Range. Just a short drive from Denver’s nightlife, Boulder’s outdoor activities, and scenic mountain towns like Estes Park, it serves as the perfect base for adventure seekers. Whether you’re interested in outdoor recreation, arts and culture, or simply enjoying the region’s scenic beauty, Broomfield’s location makes it easy to explore the best of Colorado.

The city’s proximity to Denver International Airport further enhances its appeal, offering convenient travel options for residents and visitors alike. Broomfield’s central position allows for easy day trips and weekend getaways, giving you the freedom to enjoy all the region’s highlights without the long commute.

10. Quality Living with Modern Amenities

Broomfield combines modern amenities with small-town appeal, providing an exceptional quality of life. The city offers a wealth of services, from healthcare and education to recreation centers and libraries. The Paul Derda Recreation Center is particularly popular, featuring swimming pools, fitness facilities, sports courts, and family-friendly activities for all ages.

With its well-planned neighborhoods, low crime rate, and strong public services, Broomfield offers a comfortable and safe environment. This combination of modern amenities and a supportive community atmosphere makes it one of Colorado’s most desirable places to live.

Experience the Unique Blend of Nature, Innovation, and Community in Broomfield

In summary, Broomfield, CO, is a city that combines the best of Colorado’s natural beauty with the conveniences of urban life. Its dedication to sustainability, support for local businesses, and strong community connections make it a remarkable place to live, visit, or explore. Whether you’re drawn to its scenic landscapes, thriving economy, cultural events, or welcoming community, Broomfield offers an experience like no other.

With its ideal location, close-knit community, and stunning views, Broomfield stands out as a true Colorado gem, offering residents and visitors an inviting and enriching experience year-round.

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what countries/places would you love to travel to and is there a specific reason why?

A BUNCH. I desperately want to get out to PNW Canada, specifically British Columbia because of the massive mountain biking scene there and some close mutuals (I might never leave if I go)

I am currently hoping to visit New Zealand next Winter to ride the Gorge Road dirt jumps ! It’ll be a long trip across the entire world but they are known as the best public dirt jumps in the world and they’ve already been threatened to be torn down by the government once !

I’d love to visit Spain someday! I want to ride La Poma bike park and check out a bunch of famous street spots in Barcelona!

I desperately, DESPERATELY want to get out to the UK so I can ride the Woodyard trails !! The fact that pure white dirt jumps in a green grass field actually exist and aren’t a just fairy tale is genuinely bonkers.

[chatsukimi]

Types of people as friends of mine

*when you can’t help but appreciate the people in your life, pt. 2

Loverboy: gorgeous, compliments from old ladies, bright smiles, white bags, cardigans, kind soul, good natured, cooks, celebrity lookalike, clumsy, aquariums, sushi, open, accepting, trusting, viral pictures on social media, humble, hearts, church plays, romance books.

Star: mirrors, dresses, sleepover makeup sessions, beer and cake, sly smirks, elegant taps on the shoulder, glowing skin, deep sense of feeling lost, secretive, whispers, a cat named Molotov, mood swings, funeral ceremonies for her past, gossip, stock, shopping by oneself, aeroplane trips, classy, particular, paragraph texts to friends across the globe, advice.

Culture: gamer chair, t poses, glowing screen in a dark room, hours devoted to ascending one level, honest, understanding, procrastinates, there for you at the end of the day, thinks only about the present, cinemas, funny, low-key, modern slang.

Caretaker: older sister, banana bread, patient, realistic, stability, library study sessions, Disney roller coasters, shuffling during sport, muffins, surrounded by more dramatic people, roasting potatoes in winter open fire, second hand embarrassment, gardens, afternoon conversations, fields, hears everything, spills nothing, reliable, sensible.

Daredevil: fake salutes, mountain biking, graffiti, stolen phones, cross country, little rebellions, locked doors, woodwork, snarky but aspiring, eye on the prize, younger sibling of triplets, skate parks by the river, provocative, 'oh yeah?', unable to stand defeat, tools in garden shed, maker's space.

[burlingtonvttransportation]

   Important Tips for Moving to Burlington, VT

Burlington, Vermont, a picturesque city nestled on the shores of Lake Champlain, is a vibrant and charming place to call home. Known for its stunning natural beauty, vibrant arts scene, and friendly community, Burlington offers a unique blend of urban and rural living. If you're planning to move to Burlington, here are some important tips to make your transition smooth and enjoyable. Additionally, we'll explore transportation options, including the Burlington to Stowe shuttle and car service in Burlington, VT, to help you navigate your new home.

1. Understanding Burlington’s Climate

Burlington experiences a humid continental climate with four distinct seasons. Winters can be long and harsh, with average temperatures in January hovering around 20°F (-6°C). Snowfall is common, so be prepared for snow removal and winter driving conditions. Summers are warm and pleasant, with average temperatures in July around 70°F (21°C). The fall foliage is spectacular, making it a popular time for outdoor activities.

Tip: Invest in high-quality winter clothing and gear. A good pair of snow boots, a heavy-duty coat, gloves, and hats are essential. Also, ensure your vehicle is equipped for winter driving with snow tires and an emergency kit.

2. Finding Housing in Burlington

Burlington offers a variety of housing options, from historic homes in the Hill Section to modern apartments downtown. The South End is known for its artsy vibe and proximity to Lake Champlain, while the Old North End offers more affordable options with a diverse community.

Tip: Start your housing search early, as the rental market can be competitive, especially in the summer months when students return to the University of Vermont. Websites like Zillow, Craigslist, and local real estate agents can be helpful resources.

3. Navigating Transportation

While Burlington is a walkable city, having access to a car can make life more convenient, especially if you plan to explore the surrounding areas. Public transportation is available through Green Mountain Transit, which offers bus services around the city and to neighboring towns.

Tip: Consider using a car service in Burlington, VT, for reliable transportation. Local car services provide comfortable and efficient travel, whether you're heading to the airport, a business meeting, or a night out.

4. Utilizing the Burlington to Stowe Shuttle

Stowe, a popular destination for skiing and outdoor activities, is just a short drive from Burlington. The Burlington to Stowe shuttle is a convenient option for those without a car or who prefer not to drive in winter conditions.

Tip: Check the shuttle schedule in advance, especially during peak seasons, to ensure availability. The shuttle provides a hassle-free way to enjoy a day trip or weekend getaway to Stowe’s renowned ski slopes and hiking trails.

5. Embracing the Local Culture

Burlington has a thriving arts and music scene, with numerous galleries, theaters, and live music venues. The South End Arts District is a hub for creativity, featuring local artists and makers. The Flynn Center for the Performing Arts hosts a variety of performances, from Broadway shows to concerts and dance performances.

Tip: Get involved in the local community by attending events, joining clubs, or volunteering. The Burlington Farmers Market, held year-round, is a great place to meet locals, enjoy fresh produce, and discover handmade goods.

6. Exploring Outdoor Activities

Burlington’s location on Lake Champlain offers endless opportunities for outdoor recreation. Boating, fishing, kayaking, and paddleboarding are popular activities in the summer. The Burlington Bike Path, which runs along the waterfront, is perfect for cycling, jogging, or leisurely walks.

Tip: Take advantage of the numerous parks and natural areas around Burlington. Oakledge Park, North Beach, and Red Rocks Park are just a few places where you can enjoy the outdoors and stunning views of the lake.

7. Understanding the Cost of Living

Burlington's cost of living is higher than the national average, particularly in terms of housing and utilities. However, the quality of life, safety, and access to amenities often justify the higher costs.

Tip: Budget accordingly and explore cost-saving measures, such as carpooling, using public transportation, or shopping at local markets and thrift stores. Consider energy-efficient appliances and practices to reduce utility bills.

8. Getting Involved in the Community

Burlington is known for its strong sense of community and civic engagement. Numerous organizations and initiatives focus on sustainability, social justice, and community development.

Tip: Attend city council meetings, participate in local events, and join community organizations to stay informed and get involved. The sense of belonging and contribution will make your transition smoother and more rewarding.

9. Accessing Healthcare and Education

Burlington is home to the University of Vermont Medical Center, providing high-quality healthcare services. The city also has excellent educational institutions, including the University of Vermont and Champlain College.

Tip: Establish a relationship with a local healthcare provider and explore educational opportunities, whether for yourself or your children. The city offers a variety of programs and services to support lifelong learning.

10. Enjoying Local Cuisine

Burlington’s food scene is diverse and vibrant, with numerous restaurants, cafes, and breweries offering a wide range of cuisines. From farm-to-table dining to international flavors, there’s something for everyone.

Tip: Explore the local food scene by visiting popular spots like Church Street Marketplace, where you can find a variety of dining options. Don’t miss out on trying Vermont’s famous maple syrup and cheese.

11. Staying Informed and Connected

Staying informed about local news and events is crucial for new residents. Burlington has several local news outlets, including the Burlington Free Press and Seven Days, that provide comprehensive coverage of local happenings.

Tip: Subscribe to local newspapers, join community social media groups, and sign up for newsletters to stay connected and informed. Engaging with local media will help you integrate into the community and stay updated on important issues and events.

12. Preparing for Emergencies

Burlington is a safe city, but it’s important to be prepared for emergencies. Familiarize yourself with local emergency services, including fire, police, and medical facilities. The city also has resources for natural disasters, such as flooding or severe weather.

Tip: Create an emergency plan for your household, including contact information, meeting points, and essential supplies. Stay informed about local emergency alerts and weather updates.

Conclusion

Moving to Burlington, VT, is an exciting adventure filled with opportunities to explore new landscapes, cultures, and communities. By understanding the local climate, housing market, transportation options, and community resources, you can make a smooth transition and fully enjoy all that Burlington has to offer. Whether you're using the Burlington to Stowe shuttle for a weekend getaway or a car service in Burlington, VT, for your daily commute, you'll find that this vibrant city has something for everyone. Embrace the local culture, get involved in the community, and take advantage of the natural beauty that surrounds you. Welcome to Burlington!

[the-hinky-panda]

The Preacher's Wife Series - Big Bear Lake (Part I)

Maggie has this down to an art. Whenever a deadline is coming up, she finds a local women’s retreat and registers for it. It’s something that’s expected of a pastor’s wife, that “continuing education” on ministry techniques and how to organize a prayer group. She rents a house nearby, one that is fairly remote and with a garage. She shows up for the first day, signs in, collects the welcome packet, sits through the opening ceremony, and then heads to her Airbnb or Vrbo. She parks her car in the garage and won’t let it be seen again until she heads back to the conference on the last day for the closing meeting. She uses Uber or DoorDash for food. Other than that, she’s locked inside the rented space, trying to finish the first draft or final revision of her latest romance novel. 

She’s sold six books so far and has a hefty amount of money stashed away from the publication and royalties. Her publisher has been chomping at the bit for the seventh book but lucky number seven has been…difficult. And that was an understatement. When this retreat for pastor’s wives was announced as being held in Redlands and was a week-long retreat, she jumped at the opportunity to get away and try to figure out how to get this book started, let alone written. 

She was two days into her seven day retreat when the writer’s block got too much for her. She had been staring at the same blank page for six hours now and nothing, nothing was coming to her. She needed dinner and a good drink. Maybe then she would be able to fill the void with words that would eventually give way to a plot. She calls up the Uber app, places her request, and touches up her make-up. She’s grabbing her jacket and purse when the car pulls up in the driveway. 

The driver is a young man, college age from the looks of it. According to the app, his name is Stephen, which is how he introduces himself with that surfer twang. She asks him for his suggestion of the best local bar, something family owned, no chains. He tells her the best place that fits that description would be Hunter’s Lodge which sits right on the lake. She asks him what he does and he tells her he surfs in the morning, snowboards in the afternoons, and drives for Uber in the evenings. It sounds like a charmed life and she tells him so. He asks what she does and she simply answers she’s a writer, because that’s who she is at the moment. 

He drops her off in the gravel parking lot of a rustic looking cabin that does sit right on the lake’s edge. There’s a patio off the back with a few brave souls under heat lamps sitting out there. It’s May but winter is still in the evening air this far up the mountains. She pays Stephan for the drive and says her goodbye before heading towards the door. There’s only a few cars in the parking lot, a couple bikes, a beat up scrap metal truck with a load of twisted fenders and other broken pieces in the back of it. Romero Brother’s Scrapyard. Why is that a familiar name to her? Before she can figure that out, someone shouts from the front door. 

“Maggie?” 

She freezes. After all these years, almost eight years now of doing these covert writing retreats, her cover is finally blown. Shit. 

“Maggie,” they call again, the crunch of gravel under work boots announcing the person’s approach. “Is that you?” 

She turns and sees one of the men from the Santo Padre motorcycle club, the one that her sister works for as their medic. When she says his name, it’s with absolute relief. “Hank!” 

He gives her a small smile. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m, uh, I’m here, um…” She wants to be honest with him but how do you explain that you’re here hiding from your life and responsibilities because your secret life needs to be addressed? That you’ve lied to your megachurch pastor husband about going away to grow in your relationship with the Lord when in fact all you’re doing is hiding away in someone else’s cabin and writing about some poor woman’s sexual awakening with a handsome stranger because the stories of the other six women with similar sexual awakenings were wildly successful that your publisher wants a seventh. 

“I’m sorry,” he holds up his hand, “I didn’t mean to pry.” 

“No,” she shakes her head, “you’re not prying at all. It’s just…complicated.” 

“I get that.” 

She doesn’t know where the bravery and forwardness comes from but the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. “I can explain it over a drink, if you don’t have anything better to do this evening.” 

He smiles again, small and subtle, but immensely genuine. “I’d like that.” 

[egenvs3000f23]

Blog 5!

Hello all! Since this week is uprompted I thought I would write this post about my experience with nature while living in another country for study abroad!

This past summer I had the chance to go to Grenoble, France. Grenoble is a city in the valley of three mountain ranges. It is phenomenally beautiful! Being in the bowl of these mountains, the city had a really interesting relationship to the outdoors, people lived there and would travel from all over France and Europe to come to this outdoors hub. In the winter the city offers amazing skiing, and in the summer offers outstanding hiking and biking. 

What amazed me the most about this place was the infrastructure surrounding access to the outdoors. There were reuse gear stores where people could pick up hiking equipment, shoes, bike repairs, clothes, you name it all for an affordable price. Outdoors gear thrift stores! Not only was equipment accessible but there were city buses, a part of the normal fare, that would take passengers up into the mountains on a shuttle bus. Myself and friends used this to our advantage and were able to do many amazing hikes and escape the city cheaply and with little to no effort. Without this transport none of us would have been able to enjoy the mountains and small towns near the city as they would otherwise have been only accessible by car. Bikes were also everywhere!! There were bike stands and on them hundreds of bikes, everywhere you looked there was someone biking or bikes lining the streets. This is not a rare sight in Europe but it was on an extreme in this city due to the outdoors incentive, as well as the challenges posed by air pollution. Since the city is in the mountain valley the geography prevents airflow and results in the city having one of the worst air pollution indexes of France. As a result there is an emphasis on getting cars off the street and people out of the city into nature to take a break from the air pollution.

There is also a gondola that leaves from the downtown. It is cheaply priced to make it accessible to all as well as to give citizens who cannot hike the opportunity to get up to the views the mountains provide. At the top of the gondola there is an old fort and some hiking trails with nature and historical/cultural interpretation on them. These signs talk about the formation of the mountain ranges and the battles that have been fought there. It was an amazing form of interpretation because not only was it nature but the history of the human experience of nature within it. In Grenoble there was  a big emphasis on community. People would buy and shop local, hang out in parks, spend time in the mountains, and at the top of this Gondola there would be events for the public run with the amazing view.

It was interesting to gain this perspective and to be able to think about it in the context of this course. Nature interpretation happens naturally when urban infrastructure prioritizes it.

Here are some photos!

Thanks for reading :)

[xtruss]

Fly fishers walk toward a stream in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming, as the jagged mountains for which the park is named rise in the distance. Grand Teton draws both adventurers, for activities like mountain climbing and backcountry skiing, and leisure travelers, for boating, hiking, and fishing. Photograph By Aaron Huey, National Geographic Image Collection

How to visit Grand Teton National Park!

With Soaring Mountains and Braided Rivers, this Wyoming Park Epitomizes the American West. Here’s What You Need to Plan the Ultimate Trip.

— May 09, 2023

Fast Facts:

Location: Wyoming

Established: February 26, 1929

Size: 310,000 acres

Annual Visitors: About 2.8 million in 2022

Visitor Centers: All four are open from spring to fall; check the website for specific dates. Every center except the Laurance S. Rockefeller Preserve Center issues backcountry and boat permits. Flagg Ranch Information Station is a helpful trip planning stop, when entering from the south end of Yellowstone National Park.

Entrance Fee: Per vehicle and individual; annual passes available

Sharpened by glaciers, Grand Teton National Park’s snow-etched mountains erupt above Jackson Hole valley, composing one of the most iconic views in the country. “The Tetons rise to over 13,000 feet in a matter of miles. Just seeing that makes you feel humble,” says Vasu Sojitra, a professional athlete and disability access advocate, who completed the first disabled ascent on crutches of the Grand Teton in 2014.

The towering granite crags of the Grand Teton range have drawn mountaineers, hikers, and photographers to this Wyoming park. Photograph By Jimmy Chin, National Geographic Image Collection

Left: Clouds drift above a herd of bison grazing in a valley in Grand Teton National Park. Visitors can also spot moose, bald eagles, ospreys, and pikas. Photograph By Barrett Hedges, National Geographic Image Collection. Right: In the fall, quaking aspen trees bring golden color to Grand Teton National Park. Photograph By Tom Murphy, National Geographic Image Collection

Some 200 years ago these majestic mountains were called Pilot Knobs by fur trappers because they could be seen from miles away. One of the Tetons’ tallest peaks, Teewinot, meaning “many pinnacles” in the Shoshone language, references the region’s ancestral roots. The 1800s homesteading tradition in the nearby town of Jackson gives the valley its moniker “The Last of the Old West.” Gazing out at verdant plains, towering crags, and fields of lemon-yellow balsamroot blooms, visitors understand why the park has become an emblem of the American West.

Why Go

Adventure athletes travel to the park to climb historic mountaineering routes, backpack into wildflower-strewn basins, or ski down advanced backcountry slopes in winter. But the park is also ideal for leisurely activities like biking, photography, and canoeing—set against the backdrop of the meandering Snake River, numerous lakes and streams, and the Grand Teton range.

Although a fraction of the size of nearby Yellowstone National Park, Grand Teton offers equally dramatic mountain vistas and impressive wildlife viewing. Outdoor photographer and Jackson local Steven Shelesky says it’s common to see wildlife, including elk, moose, pronghorn, and bison, while simply driving through the park.

Best Views

Shelesky says getting up early to catch a sunrise in the park is well worth the effort. “The entire Teton range is east facing, which makes for an amazing spectacle,” he says. Located about 350 yards from the parking lot, Schwabacher Landing offers particularly memorable views of a beaver pond off the Snake River. “You can see beautiful reflections of the Grand Teton on the water’s surface,” says Shelesky.

Sunset casts a rosy glow on the Snake River, in Grand Teton National Park, where families can go on scenic rafting tours. Photograph By Keith Ladzinski, National Geographic Image Collection

Nearby, the Snake River Overlook is another vista Shelesky recommends. The famous viewpoint captured by photographer Ansel Adams in 1942 highlights the curving river framed by the towering Tetons. Look for the Snake River Overlook turnout sign off Highway 191/89.

Best Hikes

Beginning at the Taggart Lake Trailhead on Teton Park Road, Taggart Lake is an easy hike that leads to a gorgeous lakeside picnic spot, where the Tetons reflect in the water. The three-mile round-trip trail rises just over 300 feet as it crosses bridges and weaves through a grove of quaking aspen trees, whose leaves tremble at the slightest breeze. For a more moderate hike, it’s well worth the extra steps to tack on the Taggart Lake-Bradley Lake Loop, which takes you 5.6 miles to both lakes. Both trails are also popular snowshoeing routes in winter.

Hikers looking for a more challenging route can follow the roaring Cascade Creek up the Forks of Cascade Canyon trail, where the glacially carved landscape leads to numerous viewpoints, including Inspiration Point and Hidden Falls. The 9.8-mile out-and-back route can be made more challenging during the day or as part of an overnight trip (permits required), by trekking 14.1 miles to Lake Solitude. You can book a round-trip ticket on the Jenny Lake Shuttle Service to avoid hiking an extra four miles roundtrip.

Best Drives

Teton Park Road and Highway 191/89/26 make a 42-mile loop that takes you to several pullouts and viewing sites in the park. Signal Hill Mountain Summit Road winds to the top of Signal Hill (nearly a thousand feet), where you’ll find two overlooks of the plunging Jackson Hole valley. The narrow road is five miles long and closed during winter.

Wildlife Spotting

Whether you’re on the slopes of Mt. Moran or canoeing Jackson Lake, wildlife abounds in Grand Teton National Park. Find elk and pronghorn in the sharp sagebrush of Timbered Island, just south of the Jenny Lake Visitor Center. Bison and moose roam the woods near various overlooks including Oxbow Bend along the Snake River, while bald eagles and osprey circle the sky.

Climb up the glacially carved Cascade Canyon trail and look for yellow-bellied marmots as you listen for the high-pitched chirp of pikas, a small lagomorph related to rabbits and hares. You just might see them collecting wildflowers and grass, which they store in hay piles for cold, snowy winters.

One of the park’s greatest attributes is its wildlife. To ensure your safety and theirs, obey the law requiring visitors to stay at least a hundred yards from bears and wolves and 25 yards from all other wildlife, including bison, moose, and pronghorn.

Posted speed limits are especially important in Grand Teton, which has seen increased wildlife collisions since 2000. Park officials advise extra caution during the fall, when animals migrate, and during low-light hours at dawn, dusk, and nighttime, when the speed limit is 45 miles per hour.

Visit Like a National Geographic Explorer

Wildlife biologist and National Geographic Explorer Autumn Iverson recommends getting an early start in Grand Teton. “Early in the morning is when birds and other wildlife are going to be more active,” says Iverson, whose work focuses on Brewer’s sparrows, a small songbird with a distinct call that lives in sagebrush. During her many field trips at dawn, she often saw elk, moose, and pronghorn, the second fastest land animal in the world.

Top: Researchers count lodgepole pine seedlings near Flagg Ranch, where the 2016 Berry Fire—the largest in national park history—burned forests that were about 150 years old. Photograph By Sofia Jaramillo, National Geographic Image Collection. Bottom: Ski mountaineers trek up the crest on Mount Owen in Grand Teton National Park. Outfitters such as Exum Mountain Guides and Jackson Hole Mountain Guides lead visitors up into the Tetons in winter and summer. Photograph By Jimmy Chin, National Geographic Image Collection

Jackson Lake glimmers like a black-and-white photograph in the winter. The lake is a popular spot for ranger-led programs, wildlife spotting, and canoeing. Signal Mountain Lodge is located on these shores.

Jackson Lake glimmers like a black-and-white photograph in the winter. The lake is a popular spot for ranger-led programs, wildlife spotting, and canoeing. Signal Mountain Lodge is located on these shores. Photograph By Michael K. Nichols, National Geographic Image Collection

Iverson says she particularly enjoyed paddling one of the many lakes. That’s when “you get this whole expansive view of everything around you,” she says. Visitors can rent canoes or kayaks from Signal Mountain Marina and the Colter Bay Marina, among other outfitters. Paddling is generally recommended in the morning before afternoon winds arrive.

Activities and Excursions

The Tetons are a steep mountain range that have attracted mountaineers and climbers like Irene Ortenburger and Yvon Chouinard. Because of their steep pitch and high elevation, many of the park’s high-altitude trails may be inaccessible for the first-time hiker.

Experienced hikers are drawn to the park for its challenging backpacking routes, including the sought-after Teton Crest Trail, which follows the range’s spine through wildflower-filled peaks from Teton Pass to String Lake. Totaling 40 miles, the trail generally takes backpackers three to five days to complete. Apply for a permit six months in advance on Recreation.gov.

Ambitious hikers and mountaineers may opt for a multiday trip in the backcountry to make summit attempts on the coveted 13,775-foot Grand Teton. Exum Mountain Guides and Jackson Hole Mountain Guides lead visitors up the lofty peaks in summer and offer ski mountaineering trips throughout the winter.

Best For Families

From mid-June to September, the park puts on various complimentary interpretive programs, which generally occur at Jackson Lake Lodge, Colter Bay Village, and Headwaters Lodge and Cabins. Jackson Lake Lodge’s naturalist programs illuminate the world of wildlife in the park, including birds of prey, mountain lions, and grizzly bears. Ranger-led hikes, wildlife viewing, and campfire talks occur daily in the summer throughout the park at its many visitor centers. Check the event calendar for the latest listings.

Outfitters like Solitude Float Trips or National Park Float Trips guide families on scenic rafting tours on the Snake River. Rafts generally put in at Deadmans Bar and take two to three hours to float 10 miles to Moose Landing, passing through a mellow stretch of the river. Knowledgeable guides educate guests on the park’s history and point out fauna, including white pelicans, beavers, and bison. Fall can be particularly picturesque, when rafts float by quaking aspen trees studded with golden leaves and stately Colorado blue spruce.

Where To Stay

There are eight campgrounds and seven lodges within the park’s boundaries. Stay on the glimmering shores of Jackson Lake at the upscale Signal Mountain Lodge or find a more rustic option at American Alpine Club Grand Teton Climbers’ Ranch, which hosts communal cabins popular with climbers and other outdoor enthusiasts. The National Park Service lists more options on its website.

Campers have over a thousand sites to choose from, ranging from $10 to just over $100 per night. Book six months in advance through Recreation.gov. Colter Bay Tent Village has 66 “tent cabins” with wood walls and canvas tent roofs. The small cabins include covered porches, bunk beds, and wood-burning stoves.

Note that all lodges, cabins, and campsites within the park close during the winter, but there are plenty of options in the bustling town of Jackson. About 13 miles from the park’s Moose entrance, Jackson has numerous restaurants, historic hotels, and live music venues.

You can also find lodging in Teton Village at the base of Jackson Hole Mountain resort. The charming area is just under two miles from the park’s southern Granite Canyon entrance, making it a great basecamp for skiers.

The Milky Way glitters over the Grand Teton mountain range, in Wyoming. Photograph By Babak Tafreshi, National Geographic Image Collection

Need to know

The park is located in northwest Wyoming near the border of eastern Idaho, accessible via three entrances: Granite Canyon, Moose, and Moran Junction. Since Grand Teton is connected to Yellowstone National Park by the John D. Rockefeller, Jr. Memorial Parkway, most visitors tack Grand Teton onto a multiday trip to Yellowstone.

July and August are the most popular times to visit Grand Teton. May, September, and October see fewer crowds and cooler temperatures. Although wintertime shuts down many amenities and roads, it’s a great time to experience the region by snowshoe, cross-country skis, or snowmobile.

Spring can be an especially nice time to visit when portions of Teton Park Road open for a short time to cyclists, inline skaters, and other recreationists before cars are permitted in May. Before your trip, check the park’s alerts and current conditions page for road closures.

General Tips

Weather changes quickly in the Rocky Mountains, especially in the summer. Always pack extra layers and a rain jacket on all outdoor excursions. When venturing into the high country, start early so you can get below the treeline by noon, thereby avoiding afternoon thunderstorms, which can be violent.

Grand Teton National Park is black and grizzly bear country. The National Park Service recommends hikers carry bear spray, a non-lethal deterrent that’s EPA-approved.

Accessibility

While some visitor centers, campsites, and lodges are accessible, there aren’t many trails for wheelchair and other medical aid users, says Vasu Sojitra, the disability access advocate. He notes that the North Pathway, a 20-mile paved trail that connects Jackson, Wyoming, with the park at Jenny Lake, is one of the more accessible areas in the region. “It is a really great way to experience and make a bigger day out of visiting the park,” he says.

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liv hewson, lesbian, non-binary + they/them ― hey look, it’s mackenzie 'mac' robinson! they’re twenty-seven years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights their whole life, and they’re currently working at dick's sporting goods in shrike mall, along with spruce street auto shop in town. i heard they’re pretty awkward, but i think they’re so hardworking at the same time. can they make it out alive? || mad, 26, they/them

B A S I C S

Name: Mackenzie Robinson Nicknames: Mac (preferred name), MC FC: Liv Hewson Age: 27 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Pronouns: They/them/theirs Gender: Non-binary Sexuality: Lesbian Height: 5′5 Hobbies: Skiing, reading, working out, driving, roller skating, bowling Vices: Cannabis, alcohol, cigarettes Job: Receptionist at Spruce Street Auto Shop & part time sales associate at Dick’s Sporting Goods Hometown: Shrike Heights, CO

H I S T O R Y

Raised by a single father Mac has always been considered one of “the boys”. They grew up in their father’s auto shop and knew how to change a tire at the same age they learned to ride a bike. The guys at the shop acted as uncles or brothers to them and they became a chosen family for the young tyke to rely on from a very young age.  

Mac always felt like an outsider growing up and never quite fit in in school. They didn’t fit into the boxes laid in front of them and it took them quite some time to realize that they didn’t have to wedge themself into any one box to be content with themself. They consider themself to be a bit of a late bloomer and it wasn’t until they graduated high school that they fully accepted themself and became who they were and began make real efforts to come out of their shell. 

They are destined to take over the family business but wound up getting a part time job at Dick’s Sporting Goods as a means to get discounts and further branch out from under their father’s wing. 

H E A D C A N O N S

Despite being girl crazy Mac has never actually been on a date. They’re horrible at reading the room and catching signals someone is interested in them and subconsciously winds up putting themself in the friendzone any time they get close to someone. 

They own a 1967 Plymouth Barracuda named Betsy that is their pride and joy. They often take it on joy rides throughout town and they park as far in the back as possible at Shrike mall in hopes that no one parks near them and scratches the paint. 

In the winter they spend most of their free time skiing up at the mountain and used to teach lessons on the weekends in high school. 

They’re a terrible cook and eat almost exclusively take out or frozen dinners. They could burn water if left to their own devices in the kitchen. 

Mac is a surprisingly good bowler and scores over 150 most games. They often play a few rounds at Starstrike after a shift at the mall. 

There’s yet to be a romantic comedy released that Mac has enjoyed and prefers to watch horror and fantasy films. 

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The Ocean: When I was a kid I would play with the waves, running towards them as they pulled back, running back as they tried to catch my feet. We didn't have the sort of ocean you swim in, we had the sort of ocean you dip your toes into and scream. As an adult, I would bike down to the ocean, take my shoes off and roll up my pants -- it was never shorts weather -- and just let my feet get wet briefly (the cold rose up the backs of my calves as pain) then walk along the cold wet sand next to the waves, give my body time to acclimatize. Then walk back in and feel the waves rise up and down over my legs, slamming into me like an enthusiastic large dog, over and over. My pants were always rolled up to my knee. I always told myself this time I wouldn't get them wet.

I never wanted to leave. I'd stand on the beach, shoes back on already, not yet ready to go, letting my ears be immersed in the crash and fall of the waves, watching the white crests curl and flatten over and over.

The Mountains: my family would go camping, when I was a kid, at least once each summer and go skiing once each winter, white mountains surrounding a lake of the deepest blue. One summer I had an internship, the whole summer, up in the mountains (big, rocky, West Coast mountains) and another internship, the whole fall, in rounded tree-covered East Coast mountains. I hiked. So much. In the summer I learned how to identify every tree I saw. In the fall I was in one of the most biodiverse regions in the world, was doomed to failure before I started, but I learned a few, and tulip trees will always be close to my heart. I wanted to go back in the spring some time to see the flowers. I never did.

The Moon: I grew up in the city, in a frequently overcast city, and didn't see the moon that often. In college though I was in a small town ok flat land next to a flat lake, and the sky was clear all winter when it wasn't snowing, and I learned the moon's cycles in my bones. The tiny right-handed crescent, growing through half moon to glorious night-long full moon, then shrinking to the left, then gone for a few days (too small to see or only visible in the early morning before I arose) and then one evening I would see the new moon and welcome it back.

I'd started getting into paganism by then, special occasions mapped by the cycles of the moon, so it's less married to and more devoted to, the moon is my Goddess, is how I chart my life.

The Stars: long story, but I was in Mexico in the desert and badly dehydrated, and coming back from the bathroom at night I lay down and stared at the sky for an hour. There are no stars like desert stars on a moonless night.

That mountain summer, I learned to tell constellations and I learned to identify the stars that weren't stars, the planets (the travelers of the sky), Venus and Jupiter and Mars. All the sources says Mars looks a bit red. I could never see it myself. I learned that the constellations change throughout the night, you see the "summer" constellations in the early night on the summer, but when you get up at 3 am to use the bathroom, the constellations then are the "fall" constellations.

The Woods: well, often the mountains also are the woods, but sometimes the woods aren't the mountains. I remember a campground in the Northern California coastal forests completely surrounded by blackberry bushes, a wall of plant life, like in a fairy tale.

I was in a discussion group one time and we shared a Thoreau quote about needing to spend four hours a day in the woods and one woman dismissively said who has time for that? And I thought of the summer between my junior and senior year of high school when I had to balance learning trigonometry over the summer and spending time in city parks, and it's not that I wasn't enjoying trigonometry rather to my surprise I was, but trigonometry still lost. When I dream, the city I grew up in grows extra sand dunes and mountains and forests for me to walk around in.

The Sun: when I was a kid, I would play hide and seek with the sun, on those days when it was half cloudy and the sun would keep going behind clouds and out of them again. I worked out that if I was in the shade, the sun couldn't see me.

When I was in my late teens, out of high school and able to set my own schedule for a time, I noticed that if I didn't set an alarm I'd wake up around 8 on sunny mornings, and around 11 on cloudy ones.

I have a garden now and sunlight falls on the plant leaves lighting them up in the brightest greens and making shadow patterns on the walls.