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[treetopbahu]

Trekking Places Near Me

Discover the Best Trekking Places Near Me: An Adventure at Treetop Treehouse

If you’re an adventure enthusiast looking for "trekking places near me," then Treetop Treehouse in the serene Tirthan Valley should be your next destination. Nestled in the midst of lush greenery and towering mountains, this enchanting treehouse offers more than just a unique stay—it’s a gateway to some of the best trekking trails in the region.

Why Treetop Treehouse is a Trekker’s Paradise

Located in the tranquil Bahu village near Jibhi, Treetop Treehouse is surrounded by pristine forests, cascading waterfalls, and mesmerizing vistas. Whether you’re a seasoned trekker or a beginner, this area provides a variety of trails that cater to different levels of experience. When searching for "trekking places near me," Treetop Treehouse stands out as an ideal base for exploring the natural beauty of Himachal Pradesh.

Top Trekking Places Near Me at Treetop Treehouse

Jalori Pass TrekOne of the most popular trekking places near Treetop Treehouse is the Jalori Pass Trek. At an altitude of 10,800 feet, this moderate-level trek offers stunning panoramic views of the Himalayas. The trail takes you through thick forests of oak, pine, and deodar trees, providing a perfect blend of adventure and natural beauty.

Serolsar Lake TrekIf you’re in the mood for a shorter trek, the Serolsar Lake Trek is another great option. Starting from Jalori Pass, this 5 km trek takes you through verdant meadows and dense forests, leading to the crystal-clear Serolsar Lake. The peaceful environment and the picturesque views make it one of the best trekking places near me when staying at Treetop Treehouse.

Raghupur Fort TrekLooking for something more challenging? The Raghupur Fort Trek is a great option for trekkers who want to dive deeper into history and nature. Situated near Jalori Pass, this trek involves steep climbs but rewards you with panoramic views of the Dhauladhar range and a glimpse into the region’s past.

Why Choose Treetop Treehouse for Your Trekking Adventure?

Treetop Treehouse offers more than just a cozy, nature-filled escape. It’s perfectly located to give trekkers easy access to some of the best trekking places near me. After a long day of adventure, return to the peaceful surroundings of the treehouse, where you can unwind with a cup of tea, enjoy the view from your balcony, and relish in the serenity of the valley.

Moreover, the hospitality at Treetop Treehouse ensures that every guest is well cared for. Whether you need local guides, tips for your trekking routes or just a packed lunch to take on your journey, the staff is more than happy to assist.

Final Thoughts

If you're searching for "trekking places near me," Treetop Treehouse is the perfect destination to start your adventure. From short hikes to challenging treks, this location offers a variety of trails to explore. Combine that with the unique charm of staying in a treehouse, and you’ve got an unforgettable outdoor experience.

So pack your bags, put on your trekking shoes, and head to Treetop Treehouse for an exhilarating journey into the heart of nature!

[iamcathystewart]

This was a very muddy and mosquito-y trek. Some of the wet was pretty. Some got in my way. Still a good way to spend the afternoon if you ask me. #thebigcanadarun #teamcake #trekon (at Ramara, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRcpdEdsjkI/?utm_medium=tumblr

[agneyasingh]

'Orange Linings.' #skyscape #sky #skyline #clouds #cloudstagram #orangeclouds #orangelining #thehills #wanderlust #wanderblues #travelon #trekon #himachal (at Himachal Pradesh)

[mike13mt]

The new quarter in the old harbour by AndreasKser

[trashpandaorigins]

GOTG Holiday Extravaganza: Halloween

Drax and Rocket love this Halloween thing Quill keeps on about. Mantis...not so much.

Something was watching her, Mantis tore her gaze away from the intriguing purple light of the Benetar’s many corridors and turned instead to the dark corners, tucked away from the main hallways. The ship was so large compared to Ego’s tiny transports. It was still awkward moving about the ship, always bumping into things or happening upon someone who’d rather be left alone.

“Nebula?”

Mantis stepped closer towards the adjacent stairwell leading to the cargo bay, peering down into the depths. Not even her annenate were enough to illuminate the place.

“Hello?”

Something hissed up from the blackness. Tall and...were those… red glowing eyes. Mantis stomach clenched in fright, stepping backward.

“Drax, if this is one of your jokes it is not funny!” The stairwell remained motionless of course, the pitch black of it descending downward. The hissing began again, this time closer, snarling, more angry. The hairs on her neck rose in apprehension, heart thumping fast.

“Who...who is it?!” She couldn’t stop the whimper from her voice. Whatever was down there gurgled and hissed once more, closer this time. She peered downward, trying to makeout the last step through the fathomless black. Her heart raced in dread. It’s okay...it is okay…it’s just the���

“AAAAAHHHHHRRRRGGG!”

Mantis shrieked, flinging herself backward against the wall and clinging to it, legs shaking, pinching her eyes closed.  Yet through her fright...she could sense it... amusement, laughter. She opened her eyes with hesitation then frowned. The puppy and Drax. Shame instantly welled in her gut, tears pressing against her eyes.

“That’s not funny!”

Drax howled in laughter, clutching his sides while the puppy chittered atop his shoulders, the two of them had wrapped a black drape around themselves. The puppy’s red eyes no longer glowed in the darkness but were brimming with tears of laughter.

“Really? Cuz from where I’m standing it was pretty funny!” He cackled, hopping down from Drax’s shoulders.

Nebula’s foot falls echoed down the hall, gaze iron-clad as ever. Drax and the puppy’s laughter fizzled and died as she neared.

“What’s going on?” The cyborg woman glared at daggers at the two trickers, who at least had the sense to look away.

“It was only a joke,” the puppy defended lamely.

“If you scare Mantis again, I will kill you.” The woman reached the knife at her belt.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Peter swept in, running down the hall. “How many times do I gotta say it? No one is killing anyone on my ship!”

Nebula huffed, but dropped her hand.

“They frightened Mantis,” she growled. Peter redirected his scowl to the puppy and the Destroyer. The empath glanced appreciatively at Nebula, and didn’t not miss that ever so subtle smile she returned. It dispelled the fear in her heart.

“Guys, Halloween is about fun scary!”

“How can one be fun while one is scared?” Drax demanded.

The human sighed exasperated, “we don’t want to make Mantis cry. That’s a bad kind of scary. We want to make people laugh and maybe scream a little for fun, but not a real scream.”

“All screams are real,” Drax retorted, clearly skeptical.  Nebula only scowled, muttering something about “stupid Terran traditions,” but Peter let it slide easily enough, tossing Mantis an apologetic glance that she appreciated.

“Peter,” Gamora poked her head into the hall. “Your mumkin seeds...they’re burning.”

“It’s pump...neve rmind,” the empath followed with curiosity as he dashed towards the kitchen area, towards a burning smell. “Shit!” He exclaimed, yanking a tray from the oven. Little burny seeds scattered about, now slightly charred on the tray.

“Our lanterns are not even lighting this kitchen properly,” Drax folded his arms with confusion, nodding towards the so called “Jack-O-Lantern’s” Peter insisted they carve. Drax’s has been nearly stabbed to oblivion, held together loosely by strands of tough orange skin. Gamora had carved mesmerizing swirls into hers, which Mantis herself tried to replicate, adding stars and moons and planets. Nebula had admired it, that was the highest praise of all. Groot was somewhat disturbed by the whole notion, crying until Rocket had consoled him. The puppy’s own pumpkin was faring no better than Drax’s with several rounds of Ewan plasma bullets fired into it. It now glowed an odd blue color. Nebula had stuck several knives into her pumpkin at various angles. Peter had tried to carve some odd spaceship into his gord. He said it was from the movie Back to the Future?

“They don’t taste that bad,” Gamora assured him between bites of the seeds, crunching them with some effort.

“These are repulsive,” Nebula spat out the pits onto the floor. Mantis suppressed a giggle.

“You guys, we haven’t even gotten to the best part of Halloween!” Peter shoved a handful of pumpkin seeds into his mouth.

“There’s more? The puppy bemoaned. “You already made us watch that movie with the kids in the cabin and the guy with the weird mask. Still don’t get why he didn’t just use a blaster.”

“And your atrocious decorations,” Nebula swung her cybernetic hand at the fake bat hanging from the ceiling.

“We have to dress up!”

“But Quill, we are already dressed….”

“No man, in costumes! You dress up as someone or something else! For fun!”

Gamora and Nebula exchanged bewildered glances, whilst the puppy and Drax continued to eat the seeds. It took Quill another hour before Mantis and the rest of them got a vague idea of what they were supposed to do.

Mantis scrounged around for something, per Quill’s suggestion for something to fashion into a halo. Some white garments for wings, an angel costume he called it. She skipped back to the main kitchen room excited to see what the others had found in the hour Quill had given them to make costumes.

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They convened back in the kitchen. Gamora was dressed as a Trekonic warrior, evident by the red cape. Groot had simple grown many black colored flowers from his limbs. Peter was dressed in an odd half-shirt that he insisted was called a vest, someone named Marty McFly. The puppy had dressed himself as a space pirate what with a bandana, and small dagger Gamora had leant him, (more a sword by his stature).

“Drax...what even is your costume?”  

“He’s Kevin Bacon!” Mantis squealed happily, it had been her idea after all. He sported a pair of Quill’s jeans and a white tank top. The man had made them all watch Footloose enough time to memorize the attire.

Peter shook his head, a grin spreading across his face, he shook his head.

“Well damn man, I thought you’d be more of a terminator than Kevin Bacon!”

They blinked, blankly before Peter shrugged it off.

“Can we dive into that candy now or you just gonna lecture us on this Kevin guy?!” The puppy growled.

“Alright, alright!” Quill took the canister off the table, dumping the contents out before them. Mantis laughed giddy, diving into the pit. Filling themselves with enough candy to last multiple lifetimes, Mantis finally slipped back down the hall. Feeling the feelings of others was a blessing, and a curse. With so much energy bombarding her she made to get away for a little while back down the scary corridor.

The empath stopped short, Nebula. The woman hadn’t joined in with the others but she was dressed up. She was much the same as usual, but she’d embellished the metal in her head with light turquoise paint, her lips matching. She’d colored her lips too, the same color. She had replaced her utilitarian suit with a long purple skirt and black boots.

“Nebula! You look so pretty!”

The woman’s eyes widened for a moment, surprise, flattered, sheepish. Mantis grinned but she knew better than to touch the woman.

“Th...thank you.”

Mantis waited for Nebula to continue, wringing her hands nervously. It was clear the cyborg was not one for talking but at least she was taking part in the holiday. It was nice to see her having some semblance of fun. She deserved it.

“Mantis!”

The empath halted in her steps, glancing over her shoulder. Nebula shifted awkwardly.

“If they ever try to scare you again. Tell me. I...I got you.”

Mantis antenna glowed with light, mirroring the bouncing in her heart. Whatever emotion it was, it was scary. But not...the bad kinda scary Mantis supposed, watching a subtle smile creep across Nebula’s face. Maybe this was the good kind of scary and maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad after all.

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Awesome Holiday Mix: Halloween

Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Werewolves of London -  Warren Zevon

Monster Mash - Bobby Pickett

Ghost Busters - Ray Parker JR

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Costumes! I Love Costumes.

Posted March 25, 2017

This was originally published on AirlockAlpha.com in 2010..

Costumes! I love costumes.

When I see a movie such as the new “Alice in Wonderland,” my first comment about how great it is very likely will be about the costumes. The ones in “Alice” are in fact wonderful. The Queen of Hearts is amazing. Unlike the Oscar nominating folks, I don’t have to separate hair and make up from costuming. I consider hair, make up, props and clothing as a whole.

The actual point of the previous paragraph is to show that costumes have a special place in my fangirl heart.

Since the days of my childhood when my cousins and I would make our parents and grandparents watch plays we wrote, I’ve loved costuming. My cousins and I had no budget for our productions, so most of our costumes were made of paper bags on which we drew and colored the appropriate attire for our characters. Sometimes, we were lucky enough to have cast off clothing to use but since that mostly came from my mother and grandmother, we were short on male attire. Kim and I could wear Grandmama’s nightgowns for princess dresses but Bobby was stuck with the paper bags.

My parents, who appeared in local plays occasionally, understood my interests and encouraged me. A great deal of my time was spent drawing costumes. I am the cause of the death of many trees, I am afraid. Even in high school, I had a drawing pad full of designs in my locker.

If you are not in a career that creates a need to wear costumes, you don’t have that many opportunities to wear them other than at Halloween. That’s where science-fiction fandom comes in.

When I found out that wearing costumes at science-fiction events was not frowned upon but desired, I was in fan heaven.

The very first costume I had for an SF convention was no more than a t-shirt and black pants. My husband, our housemate Dale Shuman, and I wore shirts Dale designed. They had “Klingon Penal Colony” on the front and a fist squeezing the world on the back. I drew the back design from Dale’s idea and he made the silk screens.

We wore the shirts to Trekon ’76. What we didn’t know was that there was a horde of people dressed as Klingons there too. Some of the Klingons spotted us escapees and a chase ensued. Unencumbered by heavy clothing like the Klingons had, we won the day and remained free. It was a great addition to our convention experience.

Now, so many, many years later, I still have the costuming bug. My attic has a whole section devoted just to costume tubs. I’ve given away some of my stuff several times but there is still quite a lot and though I try to be judicious, I do add to it occasionally.

If you want to see great costumes, you can find them at most science fiction conventions. Those lucky enough to be able to go to the big conventions such as DragonCon, World Con, San Diego Comic Con and the New York Comic Con will be hard pressed not to see hundreds of fantastic costumes.

If you are not able to afford going to those big conventions, you can still see a lot of super duds at local conventions. Most have costume contests and those are the best way to see a lot of interesting things at one time.

Cosplay, which is basically costuming plus role playing, is the term anime and manga fans use for costuming. Even if you are not an aficionado, as I am not, you can enjoy the myriad kinds of attire worn by these fans. They are enthusiastic and dress up for any convention they attend.  

 I enjoy going through the anime showing area at <A =HREF”http://gencon.com”>GenCon</A> just to see the costumers there. For those who are costumers and have or are thinking about entering costume contests at conventions, I have a few helpful hints. I think I’m allowed to play the old wise woman in this area as I’ve run 24 of <A=HREF”http://stonehill.org/necro.htm”> Necronomicon’s </A> 28 costume contests.

Short and sweet is always the best. Stage time is not the same as real time. What doesn’t bore you when you are a participant can be astoundingly to an audience if it goes too long. Thirty seconds of stage time is all anyone needs to show a costume.

A good presentation, something more than just showing the outfit,  can help an otherwise not stupendous costume but a bad one can put the jinx on what would have been a winner without the presentation.

Humor will get you a prize faster than anything else. If you can make the judges laugh, you are almost assured of a win.

If you suffer from stage fright, than does not necessarily mean you should not enter a contest. One thing to remember is that when you get on the stage, you are not showing the audience your true self. They are seeing a character you have created or one whom they know from print or film. You are in a context which changes your identity and your real self is safely hidden inside. Costume contest audiences tend to be very kind. They are all fans, so they share your interest, even if only vicariously. There may be the occasional rude person but I’ve rarely seen unpleasantness from a costume contest audience.

Once again, writing about a part of fannish life that I love, has made me happy and it’s also probably made me have to go up in the attic and visit my costume tubs.

Take care and have fun!

[iamcathystewart]

Marking turtles, sighting foxes and there’s nothing like a freshly baled field!! #trekon #lakelife #teamcake #40daychallenge #becauseFBsaidso #amileaday #sliceinthewild #slowaf #accountability #wgtdt #notthatday #chasinglegends #CanadaDay154kChallenge (at Dalrymple Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQUfp23Mq4H/?utm_medium=tumblr

[darkchie]

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[sudwerkbrewingco]

Trek On: Dock Werker Melissa Travels to Mongolia

In July 2016, I plan to travel to Northern Mongolia to find the Reindeer/Dukha people to learn about their culture, how they live, and share their stories with others through blog posts, photographs and articles. The Dukhans are a small Tuva Turkic community of reindeer herders living in northern Khövsgöl Aimag of Mongolia at an altitude of 2,300m. The Dukha are one of the last groups of nomadic reindeer herders in the world, with only 40 families left. The community depends and lives off of their reindeer (Forsyth, J. A History of the Peoples of Siberia, Russia’s North Asian Colony 1581‒1990. New York: Cambridge University Press,1998). For many years I have been inspired to travel to Northern Mongolia, because of my heritage of nomads; the Cossacks who lived among the Don River in Southern Russia, urged me to connect with people who live in a place without roads, stores, and commodities that so many of us take for granted. I wish to make a connection with the Dukha community by developing relationships, learning about the daily life, and beginning a dialogue about how I can extend and continue my support that will tell their story.

My passion of collecting and telling stories to connect communities across the world began in graduate school at University California of Davis. My graduate thesis was a collection of short stories titled, “The World Without Traveling.” It focused on the way we can travel and learn about different cultures and the world through storytelling. The idea was inspired by my involvement in a community project with Native American youth. In 2009, I was the graduate student project assistant at the Center for Art of Regional Change for the Up from the UnderStory project. I worked with a group of rural residents in the forested Sierra foothills of California to capture stories about their community in hopes to lead to community revitalization. I provided community members tools on how to tell their story. Traveling to the small town of Railroad Flat, I worked closely with youth to create a blog that documented the project's efforts: http://upfromtheunderstory.blogspot.com. The conclusion of the project was a documentary aired on PBS and presentation at UC Davis.

Following graduation I independently organized a volunteer trip to rural Northern Vietnam to Ba Vi Orphanage with three close friends. In 2008, the orphanage went through a melamine milk contamination scare, so there was a formula shortage. Through fundraising efforts we were able to pack suitcases of formula, educational supplies, and clothing to provide to the orphanage. In addition to supplies, we earned over $2,000 that we were able to use to purchase a clean water filtration system for the orphanage, so that it ensured the children would drink safe and clean water. We spent three weeks teaching english, providing care for the children, and learning about a culture that reminded us how important it is to connect to different people as a way to appreciate the world and not forget the little things. A cow tied to a tree outside of the orphanage was sacrificed on our last day to provide a meal for us. We traveled back to America filled with stories to share (an article was published in the local newspaper). Currently, I am teaching at a preschool in California telling my stories to the youngest children with hopes to inspire travelers and explorers.

In July, I plan to connect to a new culture and hear new stories that I can share with others so we can learn about how we are all connected in this world.

Trek on,

Melissa

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