#dry streambed

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[sorreltail]

JOURNEY

“[…]we were hunting near the greenleaf Twolegplace. We could start there.” […] “We’ll start by heading in that direction.” […] Heading out into the territory, […] she had no idea where the deep, shadowy place she had seen in her vision might be. […] as they turned toward the greenleaf Twolegplace. […] the place in her vision had seemed wilder and more desolate than anything to do with Twolegs. Though I thought I heard Twoleg voices in the distance, she reminded herself. That might mean we’re heading in the right direction. Frostpaw led her patrol along the edge of the lake until they had almost reached the halfbridge. […] There had been no sign of the lake in her vision, so the obvious choice was to veer away from the waterside toward the RiverClan border that ran for many fox-lengths alongside the first dens of the Twolegplace. […] But as Frostpaw headed for the border, […] The ground was almost flat near the lake, but as the patrol moved farther from it, the slope rapidly grew steeper.

SITE

Reaching the ridge, Frostpaw realized that she stood on the brink of a ravine, with ferns and bushes rooted in a rocky cliff. At the bottom was a winding path of sharp stones; Frostpaw guessed that in rainy weather there might be a small stream, but for now the rocks were dry. […] Frostpaw’s fur prickled as she gazed down into the ravine […] This was a shadowy place, just like the one Leopardstar had spoken of. And it was near the place where her mother had told her the patrol had been hunting. […] the warriors spread out along the top of the cliff,[…] Splashtail gave the cliff a doubtful look. “We could break our necks.” “No, it’ll be fine,” Gorseclaw told him. “I’ve hunted here before. When the stream is running, it’s a good place for prey. And I know a way down. Follow me.” A few tail-lengths along the top of the ravine, a narrow path led down among the rocks, zigzagging across the face of the cliff. […] Frostpaw plodded along the dry streambed, her pads soon feeling sore from the sharp stones. […] Ahead of Frostpaw the ravine narrowed, the cliffs on either side drawing together into an impassable barrier.

BODY

The white tom was standing at the top of a tumble of rocks. When the stream was flowing, they would have formed a waterfall. He was staring downward; panting up to his side, Frostpaw followed his gaze. Stretched out at the bottom of the rocks was Reedwhisker’s body. […] his head was at a strange angle, as if his neck was broken. […] Slowly Frostpaw began picking her way down the tumble of rocks toward Reedwhisker’s unmoving body. […] Finally Frostpaw made it to the bottom of the rocks and padded up to Reedwhisker’s body. The black tom was lying with his limbs splayed out; his eyes were filmed over and his teeth set as if he were growling at an enemy. When Frostpaw stretched out a tentative paw and touched his shoulder, he was stiff and cold. […] “Look at those scrapes along his back. That’s where he must have hit the sharp rocks as he fell.” Frostpaw looked more closely, and saw several scratches running the length of Reedwhisker’s spine, where the fur had been torn away to expose the flesh beneath. The scrapes had bled, though the blood was dry now. “That looks almost like a badger’s claws,” she mused. “Nonsense, that’s nothing like a badger,” Curlfeather meowed. “The fall must have killed him.”

[wachinyeya]

Unchecked logging and quarrying of rocks from streambeds in Bangladesh’s Chittagong Hill Tracts led to springs drying up and populations of putitor mahseer fish, an endangered species, disappearing.

The situation was worsened by climate change impacts, characterized here by a more intense dry season during which even streams that once ran year-round now dry up.

A project launched in 2016 and backed by USAID and the UNDP is working with Indigenous communities to reverse this decline, starting with efforts to cut down on logging and quarrying.

As a result of these efforts, areas where forests have been conserved have seen the flow of springs stabilize and populations of putitor mahseer and other fish revive.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Undead beauty routine tips for the fashion conscious undead and necromancers! Or one who simply doesn't enjoy the smell of rotting flesh:

'Irtios: Also known as danburite, this hard, transparent-totranslucent semiprecious stone is found as crystals in deep rock or as water-worn pebbles in streambeds or gravel deposits. It is either colorless or a very pale yellow. Irtios crystals are often found on sword scabbards and wizards’ staves because they prevent mildew, rot, and molds from affecting any organic substance they are in contact with. This protection includes yellow mold, mummy rot, and fungal diseases, and it can extend to a living or even undead creature if an irtios crystal is in continuous, direct flesh contact with them.'

I am going to have/be the prettiest zombie on Toril. Just need to find a way to stay hydrated when you can't drink to prevent the drying and withering of the skin...

Also helps with ringworm, I guess.

[jackdaw-sprite]

Watching a video on the African humid period(s) and the guy is currently talking about the old rivers still seeing rainwater today, just in vastly reduced quantities.

It's making me think about a story where a god is sealed away, causing desertification, with a seal designed to hold until water wears it away.

It lasts a long time. Far longer than it ever would have in the old climate, the climate shaped by the god who ruled it. But even in the desert, rain falls. And every now and then, years or even decades apart, rivulets of water trickle through a long-dry streambed, trailing over a seal with a lover's caress.

It is not fast. Even in far wetter places, erosion takes time.

But grain by grain, the seal is wearing thin...

[alex51324]

Summer vacation 2024, Nockamixon State Park, part 2!

After the Ringing Rocks, we went on a hike! It was supposed to be a very short hike to the biggest waterfall in Bucks County; however, we took a wrong turn onto the Pennsylvania Highlands Trail, a 300-mile trail that winds through 13 counties! Fortunately, we'd only gone about a mile before we figured out that Something had gone Wrong. Once we backtracked to where we'd taken the wrong turn, it was about 15 or 20 minutes to the waterfall:

Turns out it is what is known as a seasonal waterfall; it's pretty good in winter and spring, but dries up in summer--and it's been hot and dry, so it was ahead of schedule on the drying-up.

If you can't spot the water, it's a little easier to see in this tiny video:

Here is a picture from a tourism website showing the waterfall at its most dramatic:

I was convinced for about 10 minutes that we had gotten lost again, but once I accepted that this was the real waterfall, it was actually kind of cool, because you can walk out onto the ledges where the water normally, you know, falls:

The streambed here is much wider than even the highest-flow pictures I've been able to find, so I guess it was bigger at some point, perhaps in the distant past.

Sophie enjoyed lying in the damp spot created by the trickle of water:

Those of us with two legs sat and dangled them over the edge of the waterfall:

Here are some other people over where we were in the earlier pictures:

After the hike, we went back to the car and ate our packed lunches, then proceeded to Owowcow Creamery for ice cream:

If you're ever in the Bucks County area, this place is a must! (They have five locations in the Philadelphia-Allentown-Trenton region.) It's all house-made ice cream, with a rotating selection of unique flavors (plus a few classics). I got the flight, which is 5 mini-scoops, so it's a great way to try some of the unusual flavors without committing your whole ice-cream experience to something you might not like. I picked Drunken Pineapple, Cinnamon Bourbon, Honey Lavender, Blueberry Cobbler (with local blueberries) and Blueberry Lemon. They were all fantastic; my favorite was the pineapple, and I also really liked the honey lavender. (I was a little unsure about that one, because I've had some lavender food items that were just overpoweringly lavender, like grandma's soap, but this was just the right amount.) Chloe went with a classic mint chocolate chip, and Sophie had their pup cup, which they make specially with pumpkin and oat milk.

Chloe had to leave on Sunday, but we got in some wading, and a craft, which was Sun Prints! These are apparently pretty popular with little kids, but neither of us had done them before. You buy this special blue paper, and then set it out in the sun with leaves or whatnot on, and in a few minutes the sun bleaches the paper, except under your leaves. Then you rinse the paper in water, and it turns blue again, except for where your leaves were. It's neat! We started doing them when it was cloudy, and then the sun came out and a lot of them ended up overexposed, but here are a couple of good ones:

This was one of the first ones, and it came out really crisp and nice!

Here I tried to get representational:

No pictures of the wading, but we picked a couple of water lillies:

(The park website explains that there are so many of them that they have to go in and clear them out on a regular basis, so we figured it was OK to pick them.)

That's it for this installment, but next: aquatic adventures!

[blubushie]

any bush stories you’d be interested in sharing?? Definitely not taking notes and using those said notes to help me better write sniper cough cough,, also genuinely interested!! Grew up in north-west wilderness and whatnot, would love to hear about what it’s like down in Australia!

I am genuinely honoured you're using me as inspiration! Here's some stories from Australia:

I've seen UFOs and other unexplainable lights multiple times.

Once when I was out in the bush I had a yahoo (basically Australian sasquatch) walk up to my camp. Scared me shitless, I screamed like a little girl, and then I threw the yam I was eating at him. He picked it up and walked off back into the bush. That happened almost three years ago and I'm not sure if my meat had gone bad and I was hallucinating but I told my Aboriginal mate about it and he just said I'm lucky the fucker didn't eat me because "They don't care for white fellas much."

Heard singing voices in an abandoned gold mine I was exploring like a dumb cunt. I ran out screaming when I heard a loud bang deeper in the mine.

Saw a bloke watching me from a window at Gwalia, which is an abandoned town with no residents (they all moved to nearby Leonora when the gold mine in Gwalia ran dry). I entered the home and no one was in there. Scared me shitless.

Once while camping near Uluru I had a young Aboriginal bloke (couldn't have been older than 16) walk up to me wearing nothing but a fucking loincloth in 4c weather. Keep in mind Uluru is fucking flat, there's no way this kid could have snuck up on me from 5 clicks away without me seeing him in the middle of the fucking night. He said he was from Anapala in South Aus (it hasn't been called Anapala since the 1970s when it was renamed Pukatja) and he had a Pitjantjatjara accent. He also had ritual scars on his arms which suggested he was a little older than he said he was. He said he hadn't eaten in a few days so I shared my rabbit with him. I let him sleep in my swag and when I woke up in the morning he was gone. No tracks, nothing. Disappeared into thin air. Absolutely convinced I met a fucking ghost.

Thought I was going to be eaten by a dropbear once. It was a flying fox. Still feel like an idiot for that one.

Found the tracks of a large cat (puma-sized, as wide as my palm) alongside a streambed in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. They were fresh tracks since it rained a day earlier. I felt like I was being watched and got the fuck out of there.

I was chased 10km through Boulia by the Min Min Lights. I'm driving down the highway and there's these fucking lights behind me, I floor it because I think it's the cops, they keep following, Matilda's engine starts smoking so I pull over because I'm not going to blow my van's engine. Finally I pull over and the lights are just hovering about three metres off the ground, these fiery orbs. Scared me half to death and I got back in Matilda and kept driving. Eventually the lights just fizzled out and disappeared. I've only been back to Boulia once and I was on guard the entire time.

Once was surrounded by a pack of dingos (4-5 individuals) for an entire night. I had my rifle across my lap and my knife ready. Didn't get a wink of sleep. It's terrifying when you're the prey for once.

Had to bandage my arm with the rag I use for wiping down my rifle because a blackheaded python slithered into my engine in WA and snapped onto my arm when I tried lugging it out in the morning. I've since gotten a new rag for the rifle.

Woke up one morning to Misty going off like a frog in a sock. Turns out I had a bandy-bandy in me fucking swag. That was fun trying to get it out (bandy-bandys are elapids related to cobras, but their small fangs and low venom output means they're one of Australia's least deadly venomous snakes).

Stepped on an eastern brown while hunting in QLD. Leather boots saved me life. The fact I don't take Misty with me when I hunt saved hers.

Back in January I fell out of a tree while hunting, landing on my back, and pissed blood for a week. Figured I'd either be fine or lose a kidney. Honestly I've fallen out of trees more times than I can count. Eucalyptus doesn't hold weight very well.

Two years or so ago I was bitten by a metre-long saltwater crocodile while helping biologists do a survey in Kakadu. I've still got the scars on my left arm from where the cunt grabbed me. Little shit.

Got me foot stomped by a cow while helping a mate muster cattle.

Watched Polly up in Daly Waters kick a cunt once during a pub brawl that made it outside.

Had my hat chewed on by Blackface at that same pub. The hat escaped unscathed.

Once got into a tug-a-war over a pig I shot with a fucking perentie. Took me twenty minutes to trek up to where the pig was and when I got there the fucking perentie had its head buried up to its shoulders in the bloody carcass. The perentie didn't bite me but Lord knows it tried.

Burned my chest when a spent casing ejected and landed in my fucking shirt. I'm left-handed and shoot left-handed. My rifle is impossible to find with a left-handed bolt, so the casings eject across my body instead of away from me, and it landed in my shirt. I now wear undershirts when I work because that shit hurt. Thankfully it didn't leave a scar.

Nicked my wrist on the broadhead of an arrow once by accident.

Before I got my boots I had a piece of razor wire wedge itself into my shoe and slit my ankle open. It got infected, of course. Cleaned it with whisky and spent the next five minutes swearing a blue streak. It healed but I've got a scar.

Stung by a jellyfish on my hand when I was a kid. Did it again on my foot a few years ago. Luckily no scars, just felt like a massive bee sting.

Every time I hit a bump while driving I have some dust come down from the roof from a few years ago when I accidentally left a window cracked during a dust storm.

Was in WA when it snowed in 2021 during the night. Went to bed freezing and woke up to a white blanket.

Was tackled by a kangaroo while hunting once.

Got my name because I was a dumb cunt and went bushwalking and didn't bring enough water. I was dying of dehydration and living off nothing but bugs and my own piss for two days. Finally found a pond of the clearest water you'd ever see. Drank probably 3 litres, refilled my canteens. Had complete ego death and I walked out of the bush as a new person with a new name.

Once in the middle of the night up in Kakadu I was just sitting at my campfire as blokes do, it was foggy as shit, and out of the fog walks the most beautiful horse I've ever seen. This bastard was snow white with the prettiest brown eyes. He walks up to my fire, snorts, sniffs around at my tuckerbag, looks at me, and then just walks off back into the fog. Brumbies are fucking skittish so it was a magical moment.

Had a kookaburra steal a piece of jerky right out of my hand.

Dingos. So many dingos. Once shot a dingo in NSW—terrible shot on my part, I still feel terrible for it. The wind was higher than I would've liked and the bullet ended up too far back so it wasn't an immediate kill. His mates came over to check out the row and I watched through my scope as they started ripping him apart. I put another bullet in him because nothing deserves that. The second shot didn't miss.

Been in more pubfights than I can count. I don't start them.

Stepped on a kangaroo eyeball once by accident. Scrub your boots when you're done hunting because nothing will get the smell of summer-baked kangaroo brains out of your house.

Once killed two roos with one bullet.

CALIFORNIA: When I was eight years old my dad and I were hunting in NorCal and it'd rained the night before. We came across a streambed (keep in mind this was -2c weather) with footprints in it. These footprints were massive, about 40cm from heel to toe and wide as sin. They were accompanied by much smaller footprints about half that length. There's no way in hell someone with 40cm feet would be out there in -6c weather WITH A CHILD walking BAREFOOT through freezing water 8km from the nearest road between the time it rained (which would've washed away any prints) and sunrise. Dad and I found them at sunrise. Both of us are convinced we found fucking bigfoot footprints.

CALIFORNIA: Was stalked by a mountain lion for 1.5km.

[backtochrist]

Old Testament - Miracle 63

The Lord brings water to a dry stream bed

Elisha said to the king of Israel, “What have I to do with you? Go to the prophets of your father and to the prophets of your mother.” But the king of Israel said to him, “No; it is the LORD who has called these three kings to give them into the hand of Moab.” And Elisha said, “As the LORD of hosts lives, before whom I stand, were it not that I have regard for Jehoshaphat the king of Judah, I would neither look at you nor see you. But now bring me a musician.” And when the musician played, the hand of the LORD came upon him. And he said, “Thus says the LORD, ‘I will make this dry streambed full of pools.’ For thus says the LORD, ‘You shall not see wind or rain, but that streambed shall be filled with water, so that you shall drink, you, your livestock, and your animals.’ This is a light thing in the sight of the LORD. He will also give the Moabites into your hand, and you shall attack every fortified city and every choice city, and shall fell every good tree and stop up all springs of water and ruin every good piece of land with stones.” The next morning, about the time of offering the sacrifice, behold, water came from the direction of Edom, till the country was filled with water. - 2 Kings 3:13-20

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 23

Chapter 22 || Index || Chapter 24

There were precious few times that Firepaw got to himself anymore. Not that he was inherently complaining about that; it was better than his previous solitude, after all. But when even trips to the dirtplace were guarded, any time on one's own was welcome.

Nowadays, the only time he got to be alone was when he was out hunting, and even then there was always someone within yowling distance, which was often Tinyfrost. The only time he was alone - really, truly alone - was when he was hunting breakfast for Yellowfang. It was far too early for most of the warriors to be up, except the dawn patrol, and he was usually close enough to camp to avoid getting scolded for it. He couldn't go too far… but he was alone, and that was good enough.

He drew in a deep breath as he stepped into the dry bed of a long-gone stream. The tiny pebbles shifted beneath his paws, a costly mistake if he were hunting anything close by. Unfortunately, there was little scent in the air; not many creatures were willing to risk being so close to so many predators. He would have to go further to find something.

Just as he was beginning to head down the streambed, a voice drifted through the air. Was Tinyfrost after him already? He paused, angling his ears to figure out where it was coming from.

"Stop it!" The voice was tiny and faint. If the birds were singing, it would have been impossible to hear. Firepaw tilted his head in confusion. Whoever it was sounded like they were in distress, but it didn't seem to be dangerous; if it was, they'd surely be calling for help.

Still, he wasn't about to ignore a Clanmate in trouble. Stealthily, he moved through the trees towards the voice, careful not to alert anyone in the area.

"I already told you to leave me alone! Why can't you just listen to me?" The voice was closer now, enough for Firepaw to recognize who it belonged to; Ravenpaw. What was Ravenpaw doing out so early?

Another voice spoke, hushed compared to the first. It was too quiet to make out what it was saying or who it belonged to. He crept closer, desperate to hear.

He finally reached the edge of the clearing that Ravenpaw was standing in. In front of the sleek black apprentice was a calico, not much larger than Ravenpaw, although much fluffier. Firepaw sniffed, trying to catch the calico's scent, but the wind was blowing away from them. All he knew for certain was that whoever it was, they weren't Thunderclan.

"You don't belong here, okay? You have to go." Ravenpaw's tail was bushed up, the fur along his spine bristling at the apparent intruder. "Now!"

Just as he yelled, leaves rustled from behind Firepaw, and he whirled around. Another intruder? A moment passed before he noticed a squirrel dart up a tree, carrying several maple seeds in its mouth. A false alarm.

But when he turned back to Ravenpaw, the calico was already gone, with the other apprentice staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. "Ravenpaw? Who was that you were talking to?" He asked cautiously, scenting the air once again. Only Ravenpaw's familiar smell passed over his tongue; whoever the calico was, they must have rolled in something to disguise their scent from onlookers.

"What? I- it's nothing. Don't worry about it." Ravenpaw mumbled, not meeting his gaze. "What are you doing out here, anyways? No one's supposed to leave camp without a guard."

Firepaw flicked an ear at that. "It didn't sound like nothing from where I was standing." He pointed out carefully, not wanting to rile up the older tom more. "Anyways, I'm just out hunting breakfast for Yellowfang. Though I could ask you what you're doing out here, talking to…" He trailed off, not sure how to describe the calico.

"I said it's nothing, alright? Stop badgering me about it already!" Ravenpaw's sides heaved as he glared at the ginger tom. "I was just taking a walk to clear my head. I'm going back to camp now, if that's alright?" He pushed past Firepaw and into the forest, not giving him any chance to respond.

"Ravenpaw…" He watched the apprentice's white tail tip disappear into the forest. He couldn't blame the other for his reaction; clearly he was under a lot of stress. But who was that calico? What Clan were they from, or were they even from a Clan? And why were they pressuring Ravenpaw, of all cats? None of it made any sense.

He lowered himself back into a hunting crouch as he stalked through the forest, but questions still swarmed his mind. If Ravenpaw wanted that calico gone, why wouldn't he tell Firepaw about it? How had they gotten onto Thunderclan territory without anyone knowing? And where had they gone? He couldn't detect any trace of another cat around, aside from the quickly vanishing scent of Ravenpaw.

It was hard to keep his focus on the hunt after that. His thoughts were filled with trying to find the calico and of what Ravenpaw had said to him, as he traced the way the calico should have gone. And yet, it seemed luck was on his side, as he found himself on a small forest trail where a vole was foraging beneath the leaf litter for seeds.

It was a suitable meal to bring back to Yellowfang, and thankfully it was more distracted than he was himself. He quickly dispatched it with a single killing bite, taking it back to camp while his thoughts still buzzed of the meeting he had seen in the forest.

The sun was just beginning to color the sky as he entered camp. Inside, cats were waking up, beginning to emerge from their dens and engaging in small talk before they started their day. Ravenpaw was sitting on the tree stump outside the apprentice den, ignoring Firepaw as he passed through camp.

Yellowfang and Spottedleaf weren't yet awake, so he gently deposited the vole next to the sleeping gray molly and carefully backed out of the den. He didn't need to be yelled at for waking her up. He'd already done that once, and the scolding she'd given him then had woken up half the camp.

As he emerged, more cats were sitting around camp, taking their last moments of peace before the inevitably busy day. Most were warriors, with the exception of Goldenflower and Frostfur, who were enjoying the sunrise together. Close to the entrance, Darkstripe and Tigerclaw were conversing about something.

Firepaw blinked as he noticed them. Ravenpaw's mentor and father? If there was anyone who was able to help the skittish apprentice, it would be them. Hesitantly, he padded towards them, all too aware of Ravenpaw sitting across camp.

Tigerclaw paused mid-sentence as he noticed the ginger tom approaching. "Firepaw? If you need a warrior escort, I'm sure Tinyfrost will be out soon." His voice was gruff and dismissive as he stared down the apprentice.

Firepaw paused under the weight of the giant tom's amber glare. "Yea, uhm- I know. I actually wanted to talk to you about, uh, Ravenpaw." He glanced over to Darkstripe, who was sitting there with slitted eyes as he studied him. "Both of you, actually."

"My son?" One of the warrior's mighty ears flicked forward in curiosity. "What business does a former kittypet have with him?"

Firepaw forced the fur along his back to stay flat as he met the other's gaze steadily. "I heard him when I was in the forest hunting for Yellowfang, before the sun rose. He was talking to someone else - yelling at them, actually, to leave him alone." He paused, thinking of how scared Ravenpaw had looked. "I think they were threatening him."

Tigerclaw tilted his head, considering his words. "Did you see who it was?" He asked nonchalantly, but he could tell he now had the warrior's interest.

"It was a calico, but not one I've ever seen in the Clan. Not Spottedleaf, or Dappleshine, or Rosetail." He hesitated, bowing his head. "I tried catching their scent, but I didn't smell anyone aside from Ravenpaw. And I looked away for just a moment, because I thought I heard another intruder, but when I looked back they were gone. They didn't leave any trail I could use to track. I tried."

"Hmm." Tigerclaw glanced at his dark companion, sharing a long, knowing glance. "I suppose that's the most that could be expected from you, all things considered."

"I'm just worried about him." Firepaw admitted as he looked at his paws. "Whoever that calico was, I got the impression they'd threatened Ravenpaw before. He was terrified, but he wouldn't say anything about it to me."

To his surprise, Tigerclaw nodded to Darkstripe. "You were right to come to us. This is quite a serious concern." He flicked his white-tipped tail towards the apprentices' den. "We'll look after Ravenpaw. That, I can promise you."

For the first time since seeing the mystery cat, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Tigerclaw, Darkstripe." He stepped away from the pair. "I just want what's best for the Clan."

"As do we all." Tigerclaw rumbled in response, before turning and murmuring something Firepaw couldn't hear to Darkstripe.

He could tell he was dismissed, and so with a heavy sigh he found his way to a small patch near the warriors' den to wait for Tinyfrost to emerge. He could still see Ravenpaw nearby, pointedly doing his best to ignore the ginger tom. No matter what, he would do his best to help his friends. After all, he was certain they'd do the same for him.