#sky meadows state park

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National Prairie Day

National Prairie Day, on June 1 this year, celebrates the beauty and ecological value of this often-overlooked ecosystem. Spanning more than a dozen American states and several Canadian provinces, the North American prairie is a vast grassland that offers more biodiversity and beauty than most people realize. With their endless, gently rolling plains and highly productive soils, prairies have been a valued location for farming and ranching for thousands of years. Today, only 1% of tallgrass prairie in the United States remains untouched by farming or development. National Prairie Day promotes the appreciation and conservation of America’s native prairies.

History of National Prairie Day

The United States is home to a dazzling array of geographies and environments. Some, like the towering redwoods of California or the majestic cascades of Niagara Falls, enjoy worldwide reputations as media darlings and tourist hotspots. Other ecosystems, like the humble prairie that covers much of the interior United States, receive fewer accolades but play crucially important roles in the development of the nation.

Defined as a flat grassland with a temperate climate and derived from the French for ‘meadow,’ ‘prairie’ has become almost synonymous with the expansion of the American frontier. Flanked by the Great Lakes and the grandiose Rocky Mountains, the North American prairie extends across 15% of the continent’s land area. Other examples of similar grasslands around the world include the pampas in Argentina, the Central Asian steppes, and the llanos of Venezuela.

There’s more to the prairie than meets the eye. In fact, tall grass prairies host the most biodiversity in the Midwest and provide a home for dozens of rare species of animals and plants, including bison, antelope, elk, wolves, and bears.

Native prairies face extinction as more and more land is converted to agricultural and ranching use. Due to its rich, fertile soil, prairie land is prized for agricultural use. Around the world, almost three-quarters of agricultural regions are located in grassland areas. With only 1% of tallgrass prairie in the U.S. remaining untouched, the American tallgrass prairie is now one of the most endangered ecosystems on the planet. The Missouri Prairie Foundation launched National Prairie Day in 2016 to raise awareness and appreciation for the nation’s grasslands. The organization seeks to protect and restore native grasslands by promoting responsible stewardship, supporting acquisition initiatives, and providing public education and outreach.

National Prairie Day timeline

6000 B.C. The Prairie Forms

The North American prairie forms roughly 8,000 years ago when receding glaciers give way to fertile sediment.

1800s The American Prairie Decimated

Throughout the 19th century, farmers and ranchers, excited about the rich potential of prairie soil, convert almost all of the American prairie to farmland and grazing land.

Early 1930s The Dust Bowl

The combination of years of mismanagement, the stock market crash, and drought conditions come to a head as thousands of families in Oklahoma, Texas, and other parts of the Midwest lose everything when their farms fail, driving them to California and elsewhere to seek work in more fertile fields.

2016 First National Prairie Day

The Missouri Prairie Foundation launches the National Prairie Day campaign to promote awareness and conservation of the vanishing ecosystem.

National Prairie Day Activities

Learn about the prairie

Donate to a conservation group

Plan a visit to a famous prairie

Do a little research to learn about this important American ecosystem and the role it has played in the cultural and economic development of our country.

If you're concerned about the loss of the American prairie, donate to a grasslands conservation group to support their work.

Do you live near a prairie? Try finding the grassland nearest you and plan a visit.

5 Interesting Facts About Prairies

‘Prairie schooners’

Dogtown

Where the buffalo roam

Carbon hero

Rising from the ashes

During the 1800s, when Americans embarked on the long journey westward, their covered wagons were often referred to as ‘prairie schooners.’

Prairie dogs live in vast networks of underground burrows called ‘towns,’ which can cover hundreds of acres and house thousands of prairie dogs with complex social relationships.

When Europeans first arrived in North America, up to 60 million bison roamed the plains — by 1885, there were fewer than 600.

Prairies can help fight climate change — one acre of intact prairie can absorb about one ton of carbon each year.

On the prairie, wildfires can actually be a healthy thing — with more than 75% of their biomass underground, prairie plants are uniquely suited to surviving and thriving after a fire.

Why We Love National Prairie Day

The prairie often gets overlooked

Native grasslands are critically endangered

It reminds us of the diversity of America's ecosystems

It's not often we remember to celebrate grasslands, yet the prairie plays an important role in America's cultural past and environmental future.

With only 1% of America's native prairie remaining, it's more urgent than ever to conserve and protect this vital resource.

The United States has more environmental variety than almost any other country on earth. Celebrating each unique ecosystem reminds us to appreciate and protect all the beauty our country has to offer.

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Fluffy cows at sunset

Sky Meadows State Park, VA

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Bullet & Fire - teaser

Bogotá, Colombia – 1987

Meadow Jones had always imagined she’d spend her life under the endless Wyoming sky, where the wind carried the scent of pine and sagebrush, and the mountains stood watch like silent gods. She never thought she’d trade the crisp air of home for the thick, humid weight of Bogotá, where rain fell in heavy sheets, the scent of gasoline mixed with coffee in the streets, and death felt as common as the dust kicked up by the city’s battered taxis.

She sat in a rusted Jeep parked on a narrow street in La Candelaria, one hand resting on the grip of her Beretta, the other clutching a cigarette she hadn’t even realized she’d lit. The radio crackled with Spanish chatter from local law enforcement—another body found in the gutter, another bomb threat. It never stopped. Not here. Not during this war.

Meadow had been in Colombia for over a year now, part of a small DEA task force buried deep in the hunt for Escobar. She was one of the few female agents in the unit, and the only one who had come straight out of Wyoming, a state where the biggest crime she’d known growing up was cattle theft and the occasional bar fight that ended in a broken nose. But she had always wanted out—out of the ranch, out of the endless cycle of small-town life where everyone knew her before she even had a chance to figure out who she was.

The DEA had given her that chance. After the academy, she was stationed in Miami, where she learned fast that cocaine wasn’t just a drug—it was an empire. An empire run by a man whose reach extended far beyond the jungles of Colombia, touching every nightclub, every street corner, and every crooked cop who dared to look the other way. Bogotá had been the next step. A transfer that came with whispered warnings from seasoned agents who had already seen too many of their own end up in unmarked graves.

She exhaled, watching a group of young boys play soccer in the street, their bare feet kicking up mud and garbage. A woman hung laundry from a crumbling balcony, her wary eyes flickering to the Jeep before she disappeared inside. Trust was scarce here. The war between Escobar and the Colombian government had turned the city into a battlefield, where anyone could be a target—journalists, judges, police, Americans. And yet, life went on. People still sold fruit in the crowded markets, still danced in dimly lit salsa clubs, still prayed in the candlelit cathedrals as if faith alone could keep them safe.

The radio crackled again.

"Jones, you copy?”

She threw the cigarette through the window.

"Yeah, I’m here."

"Get to the safe house. Now. We’ve got movement on one of the sicarios"

Meadow shifted the Jeep into gear, the engine growling as she pulled into the street. The hunt never stopped.

And neither did she.

A/N: You know what? Hell yeah, let's do this. (I'm scared)

This is for you Rosie 💕

edit: I'm still scared but here's part one 🫣

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Summary: Opie fits his pickup truck up for a night of stargazing.

This is part of the 2025 Valentines Day Choose Your Own. As always 18+

“I know this isn’t anything fancy” stated Opie as he parked his pickup truck in an open meadow. “But I know you like the stars and sky and are that stuff. Thought you might appreciate being able to do some stargazing, especially since tonight you are supposed to be able to see some of the northern lights too” he continued as he grabbed your hand and smiled nervously at you.

“Opie. I promise this is more than enough” you stated as you leaned forward and kissed his nose. “And you are more than enough as well. Stop doubting yourself” you whispered as you leaned back giving him a warm smile.

“I got your favorite wine and chocolate too.” He stated as you both got out of the truck and made your way to the tailgate. Opie easily lifted you up into the bed where he had fitted cushions and blankets with a cooler. Once you were both settled in the back and cuddles up the two of you turned your attention to the night sky. Opie grinned as you pointed out all the stars and constellations to him. As cool as they were he had a hard time keeping his on them. He found himself watching your face as you spoke, enjoying the way you lit up as you spoke.

After a bit Opies hands started to wander. Before long he was inching himself down your body pulling your shorts and panties down with him. “Keep talking baby girl” he murmured as you paused as he gently opened your legs and settled down between them. Kissing the inside of each thigh as he slid two fingers down your dampening folds.

Swallowing hard you tried to focus on the sky as you felt his breath on your sensitive bundle of nerves as before he started to gently blow and suck on it as he pushed his fingers into you. You’re back arched as he curled them to hit that sweet spot. Opie smiled into your core as he started lapping eagerly at your wetness while still working his fingers in and out of you, banging into that sweet spot each time making you clamp around him. You fisted the blanket and clamped your thighs around his head as your orgasm rushed through you.

 Tears poured down your face as Opie kept up his relentless pace bringing you into another orgasm that had you shaking and trying to scoot up and away from him. He growled against you and hooked his free arm over your waist to keep you in place and hold you down. By the time he was pushing his thick cock into you, you were a babbling mess.

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Sky meadows state park overnighter.

115 miles solo.

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The Theia Impact

Earth is temporarily picking up a second moon this weekend.

I've had this little one-shot sitting for a few months and now seems as good a time as any to post it ✨🌙✨

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Sky Meadows State Park, Virginia

10:06 PM

The only thing to be said for sitting on a car hood in the middle of nowhere an hour west of DC in January was, frankly, there was no one else around. No traffic, no peak season outdoor enthusiasts taking up space, and no one to ask what they were doing parked on the side of the dirt road at ten o’clock at night.

Scully could have done without that last bit. Mild winter weather or not, it was still January in Virginia. Mulder had driven her to the edge of wilderness to meet up with one of his elusive contacts, promises of “undeniable proof” abounding. Whatever that meant. Proof and evidence had become something of a hazy subject for them as the years wore on. Something they grasped at and often gripped too hard until it escaped from between their fingers before it could do them any good. Hard evidence was all well and good until it had to be bartered for a life. Turned over at gunpoint. Lost to fire, to flood, to the wind. 

As the hands on her watch spun into the evening, the sky darkening and the chill settling below her wool peacoat, Scully wondered very seriously if they would ever stop being led around by this invisible leash, jerked to dark alleys and remote hilltops with a nebulous promise of answers. Not any time soon, if Mulder had anything to do with it. She often thought that, deep down, he enjoyed the role of Chosen One, elevated above other mortals to protect the world against the greatest threat to humanity, racing through the night in pursuit of the solution.

The clandestine nature of it all was somewhat ruined by the remains of their fast food dinner sitting on the hood of the car between them, greasy burger wrappers with congealed cheese and ketchup smeared cartons the potent backdrop of their latest endeavor. At least Mulder had bothered to treat; he’d even bought her a vanilla milkshake.

She sipped at the last dregs of the sweet beverage as she looked at her watch. 

Ten fifteen.

“Well Linus, I fear the Great Pumpkin has failed to arise from the pumpkin patch yet again.”

He didn’t even look at her. Just continued to stare straight up at the sky as he reclined on the windshield, hands folded behind his head and legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle with his feet dangling over the edge. 

God, did the lanky idiot ever fit anywhere?

“Sorry, Sally,” he mumbled around the plastic straw he’d been gnawing on.

Scully chuckled and balled up the remains of her burger wrapper, tossing it into the paper bag next to her. 

“I was never a fan of her attitude towards school.”

“I bet you weren’t. Does that make you my security blanket, then?”

“Getting dragged along behind you everywhere you go? Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Not all bad,” he said with a shrug and a gesture at the star spangled night sky. “Full moon. Saw a few shooting stars. Satellite or two.”

“Bonding with the celestial bodies in forty degree weather. What more could a girl ask for?” she said dryly.

The subtle drop in his face made her regret her words. She’d been anticipating a witty response to ‘celestial bodies’ and felt she needed to do damage control.

“Have you, um, have you ever heard of the Theia Impact?” she asked, her face turning upwards.

“The giant-impact hypothesis?” he verified, pulling the straw from between his teeth and holding it between his fingers like a cartoonish cigarette. 

“Yes,” Scully said, not at all surprised that he was familiar. “The idea that, before the Earth was fully formed, our planet collided with another unformed planet, essentially absorbing it. And the resulting collision and expulsion of silicate matter from both planets into Earth’s orbit eventually coalesced to form the moon. The composition of the moon could very well be a perfect blend of Earth and another planet, fused by this random event.”

Mulder hummed with patented calm curiosity.

“Chaos of the universe working to create something we take for granted, could never imagine being different than it is,” he said, looking up at the brilliant full moon casting its glow down on them. “Without that event, would life on Earth have even formed? How different would our existence be if we didn’t have this orb reflecting sunlight at night, giving us reassurance that we aren’t lost in utter darkness every night? Would we lose the tides, the winds humanity has come to rely on over the eons for travel? How does Earth as we know it exist if it never meets its mate, giving birth to the moon? A completely random meeting of giants of the universe, merging at the right time, all to shine light down on us, on a night like tonight, to highlight the fact that we’re sitting here like a couple of suckers, waiting for someone who has less of a chance of showing up than two planets colliding.”

She’d been so wrapped up in the momentary poetry of his words, the lilt of his baritone voice, that she almost missed that final acerbic part of his speech. She watched him sit up, bending a knee and planting his foot on the hood as he balled up his burger wrapper and flung it off into the distance. She made a mental note to make him pick it up before they left, but she was also happy to see his pitching arm healed and back in good form. It had been a week and a half since he’d had it nearly torn off by… well, by what she wasn’t able to fully say. The word ‘zombie’ still stuck in her throat. 

Just like a lot of the words she’d been wanting to say that night as the clock ushered them into a new year and Mulder decided that seven years was a long enough time to wait to land on first base.

Trouble was, they’d seemed to stall there.

She looked around and considered their position for a moment. The remnants of the dinner he bought, the dark shadows of rolling hills and curtain of stars above them. Thought back to her un-birthday baseball lesson. Thought back to Christmas and ghostbusting over a year ago. Thought back to a million other little moments over the past year and started pinning string to each one until they were all connected, every one leading to New Year’s Eve and an unplanned kiss that seemed to her to bring about as many questions as it answered.

“Mulder, can I ask you something?”

“Are my contacts always this reliable? Yes, yes they are, sadly.”

She humored him with a smile.

“Not exactly my question,” she said, leaning forward and bracing her elbows on her knees. She looked down at her clasped hands. Took a breath. “Was this a date?”

A gaping silence followed her question and she knew she had her answer without ever having to hear him speak the words. She turned her head slightly and looked back at him from beneath the curtain of her hair. He was in the same spot, reclined on an elbow. But his eyes had taken on the look of a cornered animal. He’d picked up his soda cup and his hands fiddled with the lid, popping all the little buttons in. Finally, he met her gaze with a guilty air.

She tilted her head, eyebrows raised.

“I’ve had worse dates,” she said easily.

If possible, his gaze became even more pathetic. Her lips pressed together in a smile and she slid off the end of the car hood. His eyes tracked her movement as she walked around to his side and sidled right up to him, hovering just a few inches above him in her heels. The metal of the hood was cold when she pressed her hand down to brace herself on it, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from his body as she leaned in. She placed a hand over his chest, feeling the reassuring beat of his heart under her palm. When his lips parted, a silent plea offering her an invitation, she curled her fingers into the lapel of his coat and tugged softly. 

His mouth was as warm and welcoming as she remembered from New Years. More so. She felt his fingers slip between the tresses of her hair, his palm a gentle weight against her neck. She let herself be pulled closer, lips parting to taste him, to delve into this new mystery waiting to be unraveled. 

When a natural break for air came, she smiled against his mouth, nuzzling his nose with her own.

“Mulder, take me home. I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

“You don’t want to do a little celestial body bonding under the moonlight?”

She grinned at the stupid and fully expected joke.

“No. I want to get warm. Somewhere comfortable.”

“I can definitely think of a few good ways to accomplish that.”

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Redwood National and State Parks: Discovering the World’s Tallest Trees

Redwood National and State Parks, located on the rugged northern coast of California, are home to the world’s tallest trees—the majestic coast redwoods. These ancient giants, some of which soar over 350 feet into the sky, are a natural wonder that has captivated visitors for generations. Walking among these towering trees is a humbling and awe-inspiring experience, offering a glimpse into a world where nature reigns supreme. Join us as we explore the incredible beauty and significance of these iconic forests.

The Majesty of the World’s Tallest Trees

The coast redwoods, or Sequoia sempervirens, are the tallest trees on Earth, with the tallest known specimen, Hyperion, standing at a staggering 379.7 feet. These trees are not only remarkable for their height but also for their longevity, with some individuals living for more than 2,000 years. As you stand at the base of these colossal trees, craning your neck to take in their full height, you can’t help but feel a profound sense of awe. The redwoods’ immense size and age make them a symbol of endurance and resilience, having survived through millennia of natural and human-induced changes.

A Network of Protected Forests

Redwood National and State Parks is a unique partnership between federal and state agencies, encompassing over 139,000 acres of protected land. This includes Redwood National Park, along with three state parks: Jedediah Smith Redwoods, Del Norte Coast Redwoods, and Prairie Creek Redwoods. Together, these parks protect nearly half of the world’s remaining old-growth redwoods. Each park offers its own unique landscapes and experiences, from the dense, shadowy groves of Jedediah Smith to the coastal cliffs and meadows of Del Norte. No matter where you go, you’ll be surrounded by the awe-inspiring presence of these ancient trees.

Exploring the Redwood Groves

One of the best ways to experience the redwoods is by exploring the many trails that wind through the parks. The trails range from easy walks to more challenging hikes, each offering a different perspective on the forest. The Tall Trees Grove in Redwood National Park is a must-visit, home to some of the tallest trees in the park. The trail to the grove is a moderate hike, leading you deep into the heart of the redwood forest. For a shorter, yet equally impressive experience, the Lady Bird Johnson Grove offers a loop trail that takes you through a cathedral-like grove of towering trees.

The Rich Biodiversity of the Parks

While the redwoods are the star attraction, the parks are also home to a rich array of plant and animal life. The forest floor is lush with ferns, mosses, and wildflowers, creating a vibrant green carpet beneath the towering trees. The parks’ rivers and streams provide habitat for salmon and steelhead trout, while the meadows and coastal areas are home to Roosevelt elk, black bears, and a variety of bird species. The diverse ecosystems within the parks support a complex web of life, making it a hotspot for biodiversity and a living laboratory for scientists and nature enthusiasts alike.

The Coastal Connection

Redwood National and State Parks are not just about the forests; they also encompass some of the most stunning coastal scenery in California. The parks’ rugged coastline features dramatic cliffs, secluded beaches, and rocky tide pools teeming with marine life. The Coastal Trail offers spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean, where you might spot migrating gray whales, playful sea otters, or soaring seabirds. The combination of towering redwoods and wild, windswept shores makes this a truly unique and breathtaking landscape.

The Importance of Preservation

The history of the redwoods is one of survival against the odds. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, much of the redwood forest was logged, leading to the destruction of vast areas of old-growth trees. However, thanks to the efforts of conservationists and organizations like the Save the Redwoods League, significant portions of these ancient forests were protected. Today, ongoing conservation efforts continue to preserve these giants for future generations. Visitors to the parks are encouraged to follow Leave No Trace principles and support local conservation initiatives to help protect this irreplaceable natural treasure.

Conclusion

Redwood National and State Parks offer a rare opportunity to experience the world’s tallest trees in their natural habitat. The towering redwoods, with their incredible height, age, and beauty, are a reminder of the power and majesty of nature. As you explore these ancient forests, you’ll gain a deeper appreciation for the importance of preserving such extraordinary landscapes. Whether you’re hiking through a serene grove, marveling at the coastal views, or simply standing in awe beneath a giant tree, Redwood National and State Parks provide an unforgettable journey through some of the world’s most remarkable natural wonders.

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Hiking Journal: Waterton Lakes NP,

Bauerman/Blakiston Valleys Loop Part III, July 24

After the turnabout sun-blasted slog up Avion the day before, it was a relief to start out knowing we had just a short walk today. It didn’t end up being that, but it was nice to start without much in the way of expectations. And it did end up being my favourite day of the trip.

For one thing, the valley road had left the Kenow Burn behind and was travelling through fresh forest and lovely meadows. The heat wave had somewhat broken too, so it was a pleasantly cooler day.

Twin Lakes campground is only about 3.5 km and 200m of elevation beyond Snowshoe. We got there again before lunch, and made some wraps in the pretty lakeside picnic site. We decided to walk up to Sage Pass to reach the park border again, this time at the continental divide into BC’s lengthily-named Akamina-Kishinena Provincial Park.

But we were feeling good, and the day was good, so we turned to the left and started to climb higher still.

We were on the shoulder of Kishinena Peak, and below we could see the shores of both Twin Lakes and the long Bauerman Valley we had walked up for the last three days. The burnt forest of Day I can be seen in the distance.

On the B.C. side of the ridge, where any desperately needed rainfall would fall eventually to the Pacific, wind blasted through the remains of a different burn, just the occasional blackened krummholz up near treeline here. Looking that way, you look into a hundred kilometres or more of the deep southeast corner of the province, which from Waterton to Elko is pretty much empty of human touches.

I passed beneath this bowed bough which seemed like a gateway to the sky.

Here I am resting along the way up the gradual, scenic, very enjoyable summit ridge.

Finally, the summit of Kishinena, at just over 2400 m elevation, 460 above the campground. Peaks in two provinces and one state line the horizon from here. I’m pretty sure the glaciers in the distance are in, well, Glacier, as in the national park in Montana that stole the name from the one in BC.

After getting back to camp and having dinner, I rested on this recliner piece of driftwood hanging over the lake.

One day remained, the longest one, but a downhill fall back down to the parking lot, and non-dehydrated food, and showers.

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Sky Meadows State Park, VA

Figure I should probably use my night sight camera on my pixel for something other than goth concert pics

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Excerpt from this story from Inside Climate News:

Eight thousand years.

That’s roughly how long it takes for snowmelt from Mount Charleston, north of Las Vegas, to reach the aquifer in the Amargosa Basin and Death Valley—the hottest and driest corner of the United States. The temperatures are among the hottest on Earth, with Death Valley potentially setting a world record of over 130 degrees Fahrenheit this summer. Rain is scarce, just a few inches a year in the basin. Its namesake river largely runs dry on the surface, the water hidden underground. The only sign of life across much of the valley adjacent to Death Valley National Park is the sea of creosote bushes, but islands of mesquite and cottonwood trees hide pools of water bluer than the sky above. 

And despite the harsh conditions, those scattered springs, streams and seeps have made this place—Ash Meadows—one of the most biodiverse places in the world. Often called the “Galapagos of the Mojave,” at least 26 endemic species here are found nowhere else, including the rarest fish in the world, the Devil’s Hole pupfish, which lives in a water-filled cavern where the temperature exceeds 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

Many species here have long teetered on the brink of extinction. Human activity in the later half of the 20th century nearly dried up the water supply vital to the area’s plants and animals until the Endangered Species Act, a Supreme Court decision and conservationists saved Ash Meadows by limiting groundwater pumping by local ranchers to maintain water levels critical to the endangered pupfish, eventually designating Ash Meadows as a wildlife refuge in the 1980s. 

That turned the pupfish into a hated pest for many area residents, as protecting it and other wildlife stopped development and economic opportunities faded away. But this past year, a new threat emerging just outside Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge transformed the fish from a villain to a hero.

Pickets across the valley mark mining claims to explore for lithium, the mineral critical to batteries for electricity vehicles and storage of the energy from wind and solar projects. Now, a broad coalition of residents, environmentalists, tribes and local leaders are counting on the Endangered Species Act, the refuge and the pupfish to save them from a proposed mine that they fear will further deplete their scarce water resources, threatening the life that has found a way to thrive in the hottest place in the world.

“We want to save Ash Meadows, but Ash Meadows is going save us,” said Carolyn Allen, chair of the Amargosa Valley Town Board, who is helping lead the fight against proposed mining activity.

Water has always been a priority, she said. Already, the aquifer is seeing too much groundwater pumping, putting the endangered species and community here at risk of extinction. Residents’ wells are running dry, spitting out nothing but sand, and a fix would cost tens of thousands of dollars. 

“It’s the desert,” she said. “Water is the lifeblood of everything.”

Exploratory Drilling and Endangered Species

No more than 1,500 feet away from the refuge’s northernmost spring, where on a hot summer day, schools of the colorful endangered Ash Meadows Amargosa pupfish and Ash Meadows Amargosa speckled dace swam, is a playa with a butte filled with lithium that’s attracted the attention of Rover Critical Minerals. The exploratory mining company is looking to drill in the area to research the potential for a mine here. But a study commissioned by the Nature Conservancy—which led the push in the ‘70s and ‘80s to create the refuge by buying up the land around Ash Meadows and transferring it to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service—found a mine in the area would cause the aquifer to drop 50 feet at the site of the dig, and between two and 30 feet throughout the entire refuge.

Rover was supposed to begin its exploratory drilling last summer, but the Bureau of Land Management, which controls roughly 95 percent of the land in the Amargosa Valley, approved the work without conducting an environmental review, leading the Amargosa Conservancy and Center for Biological Diversity to sue. The BLM pulled its approval of the project and began the review. But in May, locals awoke to claims staked right outside their homes. Rover also proposed exploring the mining potential farther from the refuge but closer to the town and Death Valley National Park.

The project is the latest in a series of environmental battles between mines seeking to dig minerals deemed critical for the renewable energy transition and communities and environmentalists opposing the projects due to their impacts on natural and cultural resources. But unlike many of those disputes, which typically pit mining companies, federal agencies and some local leaders against environmentalists and tribes, the Ash Meadows project has nearly zero local support.

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Fascinating effects in H⍺

Captured using a full spectrum camera with an H-alpha pass filter

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Good afternoon TUMBLR - June 4th - 2024

“Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971.”

IRAQ – RUMAILAH - Sept 2014 – Mar 2016.

Part 1

It's summer 2014, and after 3 years of the Rub el Khali desert (''the Empty Quarter'') I treat myself to a holiday in Val Gardena. Splendid places, the Dolomites – when I look at them I always ask myself the same question: is all this beauty really just the work of Nature? Or over the centuries nameless artists have been able to paint and create this spectacle for the eyes and the heart. Here the slopes are different, almost ''friends'' - different from all the slopes of all the other mountains in the world - in Valle d'Aosta, for example, the mountains are imposing and distant - they impose awe, almost fear, on times. In the Dolomites, in summer as in winter (but especially in summer) you never experience this detachment that the nature of the mountains always imposes on us. Everything, the peaks, the slopes, the fir and larch forests, seems so ''within reach'' (even if obviously this is not the case). The tops and sides of the peaks, so bizarrely shaped, seem to play with the gaze. In general, the woods end almost at the start of the rocks, or they leave the task of carrying us beneath them to the meadows and scree, those immense walls climbed by fearless climbers.

I was immersed in this beauty, walking in the center of Ortisei looking at the Sasslong from time to time, when I received a call from the SAIPEM personnel office:  Mrs. Quattrone: We would like to know if you are available to go to Iraq?  Is there an alternative?  Yes, it's called Nigeria  When should I leaving for Iraq?

So it was that I accepted the role of Project Manager of a pipeline project already underway, whose manager, for reasons I later discovered, had to be replaced. I left in September, and after a 10-day stop in Dubai, necessary for medical examinations and blood tests in order to obtain a VISA for Iraq, I boarded the flight to Basra.

From Dubai to Basra From Dubai to Basra the flight duration is approximately 2 hours. The two great rivers of Mesopotamia, the cradle of Civilization, join before Basra, and the slow descent of the plane towards Basra gives the opportunity to appreciate the complexity of the mouth of the two rivers. The Faw peninsula is a tangle of canals, some dredged by man to allow the approach of supertankers loading Iraqi oil arriving at the terminals from the nearby oil fields. Ships that would otherwise run aground on the sandy and shifting seabed before reaching the open sea. The Persian Gulf (or Arabian Sea) is a sea with very shallow waters, and therefore difficult to navigate. The coasts are littered with shipwrecks stranded in the sand, and then left to rust under the merciless sun that glares for more than 300 days a year in the ever-fading sky above the Arabian Peninsula. I arrive at Basra airport, and I immediately realize that it is not an airport like all the others. It is in a perpetual state of siege, defended by anti-aircraft fire, and inside - apart from the airport staff - there are only departing or arriving passengers. No relatives or friends to wait or greet travelers. The luggage undergoes a double inspection, after which we are driven outside towards old American Suburbans: they carry 8 passengers plus the local driver. Which, after leaving the car park, launches at 180 km per hour towards the airport's outer checkpoint, about 8 km away. It was explained to me that these few kilometers are the most dangerous, because they are subject to sporadic guerrilla attacks, almost always with mortars. Once we arrive at the external fence of the airport, there is a new manual baggage check, then we are finally outside, and immediately taken over by the military patrol who will accompany us to the Saipem compound in Rumailah, about 50 kilometers away from the airport.

Basra airport – Rumailah SAIPEM Base The patrol leader gives us a short briefing, we put on the bulletproof vest, which is mandatory every time we leave the compound. It weighs about 10kg, and it's hard to bear, but the thought that it can save your life makes it weigh less. The helmet is available, but it is not mandatory to wear it when we are inside the armored car. These are all Toyota Land Cruisers, with doors so heavy you have to push with two hands to close them. The convoy is made up of 3 Land Cruisers, we ''civilians'' are in the car in the middle with a military doctor who sits in front, next to the driver (usually a former Iraqi soldier). In front of the car with the escort chief and 3 soldiers, behind us the same: a car with 3 soldiers and a driver.

We are on the coastant connection via radio and GPS between us and the security room located inside the Saipem compound, where they always know exactly where we are. Everything went well, we arrived without problems at the SAIPEM base, a sort of ''armored citadel'', surrounded by 3 high reinforced concrete fences, barbed wire, turrets with armed guards 24/7. The path to enter the base is made up of zigzag Jersey barriers to prevent a car bomb from possibly launching itself against the checkpoint house at the entrance. Before entering the base, all vehicles are subjected to inspection, with dogs trained in anti-terrorism, to prevent dangerous vehicles from entering the compound. Between the first and second fence, all the patrol soldiers unload their weapons in a special enclosure. All active measures to prevent rebels and terrorists from attempting to attack the compound, where around a hundred expatriates of all origins live: Europeans, Asians, Africans. The compound is equipped with containers with single and double rooms, with bathrooms - canteen with Italian chef - office block - infirmary with 2 doctors - gym, sauna, and indoor swimming pool - workshop and equipment workshop. It is the first time that SAIPEM allows employees to have a swimming pool in one of their compound, as the swimming pool has always been considered ''a luxury item''.

Iraq in 2016 Several projects were underway with the participation of SAIPEM, with clients such as EXXON, SHELL, and the SOC - South Oil Company - Iraqi oil company. I would like to say straight away that the Iraq experience was my happiest experience from a human point of view. All the participants in the various projects, from Top Management right down to the Security staff, everyone showed an exceptional spirit of collaboration - never found in any of my long years abroad in the various countries where I found myself operating. And this meant that, despite a thousand difficulties, the projects were completed, although sometimes with understandable delays. I can't imagine if this hadn't been the case, in an objectively difficult situation like that of Iraq. Outside the base, further North in the country, the Islamic State was raging, making its presence felt even among the workers of our Sub-Contractors. Sometimes members of their staff did not return after being on holiday in their hometowns in the North. Most of the time they received threats of kidnapping ''because we know that you collaborate with the Westerners''. Other times they were forcibly enrolled in the various militias, and then nothing more was known about them. The local Sub-Contractors, even more than usual, had terrible performances, partly due to the actual difficulties in finding equipment and specialized labor, and adequate materials. Another important obstacle to the normal progress of the work was represented by the VISA problem: it was very difficult to obtain work visas for Iraq. And once obtained they had a short expiry date, so one was forced to continually renew them. The project I was working on, an oil pipeline, ran inside an oil field that had been the scene of furious fighting during the second Gulf War, between the Anglo-Americans and Iraqis. Before proceeding with the excavations, a thorough demining campaign was carried out, given the enormous quantity of unexploded ordnance left by both sides on the ground.

Along the 40 km that separated the Saipem Base from the oil field there were 4 military check points. These were the most dangerous points of the route: the gathering of vehicles caused by the controls potentially created areas favorable to possible attacks by ISIS terrorists. In the endless minutes stopped in the column, our Guardian Angels were particularly alert, to determine potential dangerous situations. Numerous problems were created by the Iraqi soldiers in charge of the controls: we passengers had been instructed to remain seated, our hands visible, our legs uncrossed, and the use of cell phones was prohibited. Obviously taking photographs was prohibited – and if we arrived at a checkpoint when the soldiers were at prayer or during their lunch, we had to wait for these activities to end, without showing any sign of impatience. Another element that caused delays in the project was the torrential rains that fell on Iraq in 2015-2016: the most intense rainfall in living memory on the Middle Eastern country. The pipeline route and its surroundings often turned into impassable swamps, causing considerable damage.

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The Chimera: Part Five

Pairing: Nicodeme Savoy x OC (Can be read as Nicodeme Savoy x Reader) Warnings: Accuracies and inaccuracies about the 1920s, Angst, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Violence, Injuries, Explosions Word Count: 2,931

Summary: The California Chimera. Born with a genetic abnormality causing her face to be split down the middle. Not only an oddity, but a source of fear for many as she is a notorious gun for hire across the United States. After a near death experience and the death of most of her family, Chimera now goes to the bustling town of St. Louis on a job. Used to other cats eyes looking at her in disgust and fear a new reaction catches her eye. A pair of cats that look at her with curiosity and wonder. One of them being Nicodeme Savoy. Could she be biting off more than she can chew with the Louisianan?

Part Five: I See Fire

Chapter Summary: Fire isn't something to play with. Unless you want to get hurt.

Despite St. Louis being a bustling city full of cars, suburbs, and industrial heartland, there were places where a cat could find peace. The forests, parks, and, most notably, cemeteries were a place for such relaxation. With the nonexistence of the nagging noise of engines and cats, anyone could take in nature. The nature ranged from the small cottontail rabbit running in a burrow to the swift deer running across the meadow.

On the outskirts of the city, a lonesome cemetery stood. However, the crunch and cracking of roots could be heard. An oddly colored cat stomped her foot on a shovel, huffing as she threw the dirt over her head. Hearing the recognizable thump of wood, she looked above the ditch to see Nico toss the shovel to the side and look at her with a smirk.

“I win, cher,” He tightened the bandages around his paws. “Now, where to take you?”

Chimeras’ ear pinned themed back as she pouted. “You cheated! Yours has to be shallower!” She jumped out of the grave and stomped through the mud and into the pit. The hole was clearly shallower, barely reaching her waist, while others had come up to her shoulders. “Point proven!”

“Never took ya’ for a sore loser.” Nico patted her head only to make her take a breath to control the red spreading across her face. With a proud smile across his face, Nico purred. “Well, cher, how sho- Seraphine!”

A crowbar had been tossed at Nico, narrowing missing Chimera. “Get dat liquor in da car!” She barked before rolling her eyes and walking back into the car.

Walking out of the pit, Chimera gripped the shove and returned to work. Each strike to the dirt was an attempt to wipe her face from the blush. Only ten minutes passed, and her crowbar finally cracked the grave open, but the red on her face remained prominent. Shaking her head, she gripped the coffin and dragged it out.

“Ready for da last, mon ami?” Seraphine asked as Nico walked over, tossing his emptied coffin into the lake.

“The last job of the night?” She clarified, watching Nico pull the full coffin and load the alcohol into the car. “Extremely, I have a couple…things to do tomorrow,” She dragged, rolling her neck from the nonextant stress.

Laughing could be heard from the older savoy sibling. “I thought we were goin’ on a date, cher?”

“That doesn’t count. That grave was shallow,” Chimeria growled, her ears twitching in annoyance.

“What will it take then, cher?” Nico seemed genuinely curious.

Leaning onto the car as Nico gripped the final bottles, Chimeria thought about the interesting question. “An act of God, or a lot of money?” She shrugged, looking up at the moon shining in the jet-black sky. “I'm not even sure that will work,” A chuckle left her as she counted the bottles stacked in the back.

“I can be persuasive, cher, as y’know,” Nico flirted, closing the lid.

Opening the door to the backseat, Cimeria smirked before jumping into the back of the car. “And I can be notoriously stubborn.”

The trio finally got into the car. Once the engine roared, Chimeria pulled off her glove with her teeth, her other paw reaching into her coat pocket for a leather journal. The leather was clearly worn through the years, yet the spine was fully intact. Chimera pulled out a pencil before writing down the number of alcohol in the back.

“Writin’ back there, cher?” Nico looked in the rearview mirror.

“Just making sure I got everything…” She dragged, tapping her fingers against the leather. “50 bottles…” She spoke to no one.

Getting up from her seat, Seraphine stared at the oddly colored cat. “Tell me somethin’, cher,” Seraphine leaned towards Chimera. “Why don’t y’tell yer’ real names to anyone? ”

“Mainly for tradition and safety,” Chimera answered.

Bored at the answer, Seraphine sat back in her seat, pulling out her knife to sharpen. “How do ya get into this business?” Nico asked. “Can ya’ jus’ walk in?”

Chimera laughed. “You two are awfully curious,” She pointed out but continued. “You are either born into it like I was. Otherwise, you must know someone, marry into it, or you’re the rare people who get in on their own merit.”

“What ‘bout ya’ parents?” Seraphines’ tall ears perked up as she handed a cigarette to Nico.

“My mother was born into it. My father got in on his merits and then married my mom,” She spoke curtly as she opened her journal. “We are dropping off the bottles, right?”

“Oui, we will be there soon,” Nico confirmed.

 It didn’t take long to return to the city. The closer they got to the town, the more common car engines, streetlights, and tall buildings were. The alcohol was quickly dropped off to another group of Mr. Sweets guys. After sharing goodbyes, The trio was in the car heading down towards the business center of St Louis. Chimeria looked down at her journal and began to look at the names in the book. Multiple from the previous weeks, but only one without a line struck through it.

“Alright, the last person is…Ah Monsieur Jones,” Chimera read in the back seat. “So how do you two usually handle these where we need to tie the guy up for information?”

Seraphne chuckled, taking the cigarette out of her mouth. “Mordecai usually does all dat,”

“We do da fun part, Cher,” Nico grinned, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

“I do not want to be Mordecai for a day,” She grumbled sarcastically. “That would be very imprudent.” She mimicked the deadpanned tone of the tuxedo perfectly.

Seraphine let out a cackling laugh. “You sound jus’ like ‘im!” She turned to face the smaller cat. “How did ya meet ‘im?”

Leaning her head onto the leather headrest, Chimera couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. “Now that was a fun day. My parents had a business in St. Louis and promoted the Brothers of Peril to Atlas May. When Mordecai saw me, I thought he would have a heart attack. The first words he said to me were, ‘The asymmetry of my face made him want to die.’ One of the better insults I should say is,” She is mocking the deadpanned tone used by the tuxedo. “After that, I worked with him, and I guess we developed a mutual respect for each other.”

“Course’ he can’t see da luck,” Seraphine rolled her eyes, waving her hand in the air dismissively. “Plenty of people can’t see it, but we can Cher.”

Chimera's ears twitched in annoyance at the word luck as she looked over Jones's name etched into the paper. “Perhaps you're just not afraid because there is nothing different between me and a normal cat.”

“Dat ain't true,” Seraphine argued sternly. “Yer’ riddled with luck and power. The best part is dat y’know how to use it. Dats why Nico asked da fat man for ya’ to be with us.”

“Aw, how sweet that it wasn’t just to ask me on a date,” Chimera smirked as Nico shrugged.

A laugh escaped Chimera as she looked out of the car's window to the streetlights exposing the dark streets. After another conversation, the trio laughed as if they were old friends. However, the joyful laughter died as they caught sight of the business of Mr. Jones. Parking the car down the alleyway behind the company building.

Chimera was the first to hop out as she scanned the area. The building was two stories tall. Peeking into the window, she saw cats inside working despite the late hour. If there were fewer cats, she would break down the door. Her ears twitched as she looked over her shoulder to see the siblings grabbing their weapons. As she walked back, the siblings seemed eager to charge in guns blazing, literally and figuratively.

“We shouldn’t break the doors down.” Chimera looked up at the building, seeing a fire escape. “But I have a plan for us to both have fun.”

“Alright,” Chimera spoke to no one as she was hidden behind a tower of crates as she loaded her rifle. “Here goes nothing.”

Steading the scope, she aimed and took a breath. Her gun was aimed at the giant chandelier hanging off the ceiling of the grand room by a skinny cord. Chimera then pulled the trigger, causing the chandelier to crash down to the floor. Dozens of gunmen surrounded the destroyed light while others went to investigate. One of them, Mr. Jones, the target. The group was so focused on investigating they didn’t notice a grey cat click her shotgun.

A barrage of bullets loaded themselves into the cats surrounding the chandelier. Seraphine's recognizable laugh echoed through the business as shots missed her, and nearly every gunman was down. With her scope, Chimera took out a few stragglers who ran to the doors but didn't realize that they were jammed from the outside. Passing her view was Mr. Jones, running to his office. Only to be cut off by a solid punch to the face from Nico. Chimera chuckled before coming out of her hiding spot.

 Nico had quickly subdued the man and tied him to a chair. Looking at Seraphine, who had a Cheshire cat grin as she reloaded his gun, Chimera spoke. “What do you think? Was my plan good?”

“Yer a breath of fresh air compared to Peekon!” She smiled, slinging her gun back on her hip.

“I'm glad you liked it. I never get to be extravagant like this,”  Chimera gazed at the shattered chandelier.

A grunt was heard as she turned her head to see Nico smirking. “There will be plenty of fun things with us, cher,” Nico promised.

As she opened her mouth, Chimera's ears swiveled at the thudding from upstairs. “I'll get them. You two can have the pleasure of interrogating him.” The oddly colored cat smiled at the siblings before jogging up the stairs.

Hearing constant shuffling from the office down the hall told her someone was there. Yet, the cat was still careful as she gripped her pistol tightly. The shuffling suddenly stopped, her body as her ears stood straight for noise. A sudden creak had her dash out of the way of a door that swung open to reveal a gunman. Two quick shots were all it took until the door behind her opened, hitting her in the side. Hissing, Chimera shot blindly into the wooden door, hearing a yell of pain. Spinning to the front of the door, she pulled the trigger.

With both gunmen dead, Chimera groaned, rubbing her side that the oak door had slammed into her. Turning her oddly colored eyes to the door at the end of the hallway, she marched to the door.  Leaning her ear on the office door, she took a breath and gave one hard kick to the doorknob. Before stepping into the office, she was immediately met by someone throwing a box of documents and papers at her face. Chimera pulled out her gun and shot the cat in the knee. Growling, she ripped his weapons away from him. While the cat sobbed on the ground, Chimera uncharacteristically froze.

Her eyes were wide, her posture stiff, and her breathing paused. Among the dozens of papers that had floated all over the floor, Chimera grabbed a medium-sized picture. The distinctive cat in the foreground was a younger Chimera with a broad smile holding up a first-place ribbon while a rifle was slung on her shoulder. While a dozen other cats were around her. However, a cat with its face circled was who they were clearly after, with the name ‘The Wraith’ written on top.

Pulling out her gun, she gripped the man's collar. “How the hell did you get this picture?”

“I-I-“ She shot him in the leg. “Where!”

“Jones! He knows! I swear I don’t-“ A gunshot landed in his skull before Chimera stomped out of the room.

Jogging down the stairs, Chimera saw that the siblings seemed pleased with themselves. Nico turned to see Chimera. “Hey Cher, we got-“

“Let me have him,” She gripped the photo tightly as she marched up to the tied-up cat.

“What ya-“ Before Nico could finish, he got his answer. Chimera gripped a tire iron and struck Jones in the knee.

Chimera gripped his face to stare at her as he yelled in pain. “Where the hell did you get this picture?!” She shoved the picture in his face.

“I found it-”

Hitting his knee against she hissed. “Lie to me again. I'm taking that leg off. Now, where the hell did you get this picture,” She repeated slowly, her eyes filled with anger. “Only two people in the world have this picture, and you are not one of them!”

“Chimera-“ Nico tried to interrupt.

“Shut the hell up, Nico!” She hissed, her eyes slit and fur flared. “Where the hell is he?” She gripped the cat's collar. “I will make your life hell if you don’t tell me.”

The sudden sound of a shotgun caused her to turn her head. Looking over her shoulder, she could see a couple of people Nico and Seraphine were taking care of. Before she could reach for her gun, a sudden punch to the face set her backward. Holding her jaw, she watched the target dash out of his chair and run.

“Get back here!” She roared, dashing off to the man.

With a pistol in hand, she chased him up the stairs, around a corner, and into a room. Only for Chimera's feet to freeze at the smell of gasoline. Her eyes were as round as golf balls, and her heart began to pound in her chest. The target dumped gasoline all over the room, where boxes of dynamite were stacked up neatly. Holding up a match, he dropped flame. The flames were uncontrollable as the fire swallowed the room and the dangerous boxes.

“Chimera-“ Nico turned the corner but was met by the frantic eyes of Chimera.

“RUN!” She screamed, grabbing Nico and running in the opposite direction at full speed.

“What da hell is going on?!” He barked, chasing Chimera as she rushed down the stairs as if she saw a ghost.

“Dynamite!” She looked to her side to see Seraphine loading her gun. “Seraphine! Get out!” She yelled, the terror in her voice evident. Not hesitating, Seraphine ran out of the building alongside the two cats.

The sudden and defining explosion threw the trio of cats, mainly Chimera, into a brick wall. Her ears rang as she felt the cold asphalt beneath her paws. Every noise was muffled except her pounding heart. Her eyes stung from the smoke as flames engulfed the warehouse. Her whole body shook as she stared at the fire. Looking down at her gun, she shakily pulled herself up. Her eyes scanned the area in the distance. The target was making a run for it. The shaking stopped as a deep breath was taken as she aimed. Then she pulled the trigger, and a bullet lodged into their back.

With a slight limp, Chimera stomped on the back of the scrambling cat. “How did you get that photo,” She spoke slowly and darkly. “If you don’t, I will throw you into the fire.”

“He gave it to me to identify your brother!” He attempted to scramble away.

“Who is he!?” She roared, stomping on his back.

“The Red Snake!” He admitted. “No one knows what the Wraith looks like and-“ A bullet landed in his head.

“And nobody will,” Chimera continued to shoot the lifeless body until the magazine was empty.

Her eyes were blown wide and black as night with adrenaline as she panted for air. A chill ran down her spine at the feeling of eyes on her. The pounding in her heart changed from adrenaline-laced panic to fear.

“You're fine, you’re alive. No emotion, not sadness, no fear,” Chimera muttered as she attempted to take breaths. However, her heart was still pounding, her hands shook, and her pupils were blown wide. “You're fine, you’re alive. No emotion, not sadness, no fear.”

“Mon ami-“ Seraphine's paw brushed her shoulder.

“I’m fine!” Chimera barked, walking away from the body. “We-we have the information now we can leave,” She began walking towards the car as her body continued to shake.

Nico blocked her path. “Hey, cher-

“I'm fine,” She grumbled, feeling the blood dripping down her forehead. “That explosion…” She whispered.

“We need to get ya to the hospital,” The tomcat tried to reason. “Dat John guy-“

“No!” She barked, but her ears immediately pinned themselves back, realizing how loud she was. “He-he isn’t there. I-I…” She attempted to run her hand through her hair only to hit the deep cut in her skull.

The siblings looked at each other as Chimera leaned on the alley’s wall. “I-Im going home,” She began to fast walk down the alleyway with the bit of adrenaline left in her body.

“Chimera!” Nico shouted along with Seraphine, who was quick enough to jump in front of the agile cat.

Seraphine joined her brother with a concerned expression. “Mon ami are you-“

“Get the hell out of my way!” She screamed, causing the siblings' eyes to widen. “Don’t act like you know me! Don’t act like you care about me! Leave me alone!” Her head pounded as she yelled. The stabbing pain in her skull overwhelmed her senses as she fell to her knees.

Authors Note: Ah... angst. Don't worry it will be balanced with some fluff soon.

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With each step, you'll see nature in its most unadulterated state and feel a genuinely enchanted connection to the mountains. 

Are you prepared for the trip? Let's explore what makes this journey so remarkable!

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Key Trek Details

Package Cost: Starting from ₹9,499

Duration: 7 Days

Start/End Point: Dehradun

Total Trek Distance: Approx. 44 km

Maximum Altitude or Har Ki Dun Trek Height: 3,566 meters (11,700 feet)

Har Ki Dun Trek Difficulty Level: Moderate, suitable for both beginners and experienced trekkers with basic fitness

What’s Included

Transport: Dehradun to Sankri and return by vehicle

Stay: Guesthouse at Sankri; tents during the trek.

Meals: All meals from Day 1 dinner to Day 7 breakfast

Support: Certified trek leaders, guides, and support staff

Permits: All trekking and forest entry fees

Safety: Basic first aid and medical support

Trek Highlights

Breathtaking Views: Swargarohini and Bandarpoonch ranges, riverside camps, and remote Himalayan villages

Cultural Encounters: Villages like Osla and Gangad offer a glimpse into the unique Garhwali culture

Nature Experience: Dense pine forests, wildflowers, and possible wildlife sightings within Govind National Park

This trek balances adventure with comfort and is ideal for those looking to connect with nature while enjoying a well-supported trekking experience.

A Short Har Ki Dun Trek Itinerary

7-Day Trek Schedule

Day 1: Begin your journey with a scenic 10-hour drive from Dehradun to the Himalayan village of Sankri (220 km).

Day 2: Drive to Taluka and start your 10 km trek to Pauni Garaat, passing through lush pine forests.

Day 3: Trek 8 km uphill to Kalkattiyadhar, enjoying panoramic mountain views along the way.

Day 4: Hike to Har Ki Dun Valley and return to Kalkattiyadhar after soaking in the majestic snow-clad peaks.

Day 5: Descend 8 km to Pauni Garaat via Osla, a culturally rich mountain village.

Day 6: Complete the final 10 km trek to Taluka and drive back to Sankri.

Day 7: Head back to Dehradun from Sankri, concluding your unforgettable Har Ki Dun Trek Itinerary.

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In Uttarakhand's Garhwal region, you may traverse some of the most breathtaking scenery with the Har Ki Dun trek. With the Har Ki Doon trek distance of roughly 44 kilometres and a moderate level of difficulty, the journey is perfect for both novice and seasoned hikers in good physical shape.

Reasons to Plan:

Scenic Beauty: Amazing vistas of snow-capped peaks, verdant woods, alpine meadows, and glistening rivers may be seen along the walk. Photographers and nature lovers will adore it.

It is a cultural experience. You'll travel through isolated communities like Osla, where you may discover more about the distinctive Garhwali way of life.

Calm Ambience: Har Ki Dun is frequently referred to as the "Valley of Gods" due to its calm beauty and spiritual ambience. It's a fantastic spot for introspection and rest.

While the Har Ki Dun Trek difficulty level is moderate, the time of the year truly matters. October through June is the best time of year to go on the Har Ki Dun trek. The ideal trekking experience is provided by the nice, clear-sky conditions in the summer and autumn. The vistas are breathtaking, and the terrain is lush and colourful. 

Adventurers and environment lovers alike should not miss the Har Ki Dun trip. It is the ideal journey to take in the splendour of the Himalayas because of its breathtaking views, rich cultural legacy, and low difficulty level. To take advantage of the beautiful weather and stunning scenery, schedule your trip between October and June. Happy hiking!

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In the late 19th century, the British established hill towns like Shimla that served as their capital city during summer because of its climate. After the country's independence in 1947, Himachal Pradesh was initially an unincorporated territory until it was granted full statehood in the year 1971. Today, it is renowned for its tourist attractions, spiritual heritage, and adventure sports, attracting people from all over the world.

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Visit the old Hidimba Devi Temple as well as the tranquil Vashisht Hot Springs.

Try paragliding or river rafting. You can also go hiking through the Himalayan valleys.

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Explore the Dalai Lama Temple and discover Tibetan tradition.

Take a hike to the stunning Triund Trek for stunning Himalayan views.

Explore the tranquil Bhagsunag Waterfall and St. John's Church.

 

4. Dalhousie - The Mini Switzerland of India

Go to Khajjiar The city is known for its beautiful meadows and picturesque landscapes.

Explore the heritage of churches from the colonial era and British bungalows.

Feel peace in Panchpula Waterfalls and Satdhara Springs.

5. Spiti Valley - The Offbeat Himalayan Wonderland

Discover ancient Buddhist monasteries like Key Monastery and Tabo Monastery.

Discover the pure beauty in Chandratal Lake and Pin Valley National Park.

Enjoy a spectacular night sky filled with sparkling stars in this desert high up.

6. Kullu - A Paradise for Adventure Lovers

You can go white-water rafting down the Beas River.

Have fun at the vibrant Kullu Dussehra festival.

Visit Great Himalayan National Park, a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

7. Kasol & Tosh - The Hippie Heaven

Explore the picturesque Parvati Valley, which is famous for hiking and camping.

Visit the mystical Manikaran Sahib Gurudwara with hot springs.

Enjoy the lively Israeli coffee shops and relaxed lifestyle.

 

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