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Dolomites - Italy

The Dolomites in Italy, or Le Dolomiti in Italia, are some of the most jagged peaks on Earth. This region is truly an alpine paradise. Supposedly these mountains were formed from ancient reefs, and therefore they pop up in clusters, or groups, instead of traditional straight ranges. Between these jagged, towering groups of mountains are gentle grassy meadows filled with wildflowers and Bavarian alpine towns. Hikers can travel from town to town using the towns as basecamp for day hikes, or for longer hikes they can sleep in the numerous alpine huts situated high up in the mountains.

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the boy by the power station

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The boy has yellow hair, fluffy as a newly-hatched Pidgey, and he’s staring at the sky. “Hey kid,” Zenna says, “you need to get inside. Storm’s a-coming.”

He doesn’t turn his head; he says, “I’ve lost my baby,” while still scanning the low-hanging sky. The corners of his mouth quaver. Fuck. Zenna’s terrible with children; she never knows how to stop them from crying. Pokemon are so much easier.

“Your starter?” Zenna says: the boy looks about ten. Maybe. It’s hard to say. Locktown is a city built on crumbling industry, gouged by poverty, crouched in the shadows of the Zapdos Mountains – which jag up from the earth like the spine of a starved beast. It’s a hard land, and it’s inhabitants are hungry more often than not. This little one has sharp collarbones and pointed cheeks. Zenna pulls a chocolate bar from her pocket, unwraps it slowly.

At the crinkle, the boy’s head snaps around. His eyes are huge. “My baby,” he says again, “my Fearow.”

“Your –” his what. Fearows are savage bastards at the best of times, too much for all but the most hardy of trainers – more trouble than they’re worth half the time. “Your Fearow,” she says. The boy nods. He’s staring at the chocolate bar. Zenna throws it over. He fumbles the catch, snatches it up from the ground, doesn’t bother to brush the dirt off before cramming it in his mouth.

“Baby,” he says, “'cos Mama didn’t have any but me and she used to call me her Baby but she’s gone now so I’m the grown-up and he’s the Baby, see? He’s mine, he’s flown off, it’s the storm, you know?”

“You should get inside,” Zenna says, as the wind starts up. It’s bitter and spangled with ice. “Where do you live?”

“Uh – “ the boy says, “uh, see, there was Mama’s house only last week our landlord finally realised that we weren’t paying rent anymore and kicked us out – Baby would have stuck up for me but it isn’t worth it to fight them, no one can fight them, Giovanni would –” and his voice cuts off. He wipes a patina of snot on the back of his hand. “Mama always said to trust in my instincts so I did, I ran and I took Baby and ran and now I’m – I’m sleeping here,” and with one waved hand he encompasses their surroundings: wind-blasted fields, tumbledown factors, the wreckage of a once-prosporous town.

“You’re sleeping rough?”

“Yeah. Mama says – said – trust my instincts and they’re saying not to go back to Locktown.”

“It’s a dangerous place. Here, why don’t I help you find Baby?”

“Would you?” The kid’s face lights up. “Thanks miss!”

“Call me Zenna,” says Zenna, “Zenna Embers. Here,” and she throws a Pokeball. Her Charizard, Candela (named for her baby sister; they have the same irascible, demanding temperament; it seems only right), emerges in a flare of white light: the boy coos in admiration, and Zenna resists the temptation to preen. “Right Inferno! We’re looking for a Fearow –”

It all happens very quickly after that. A mighty roar of thunder shakes the earth. Lightning rends the sky apart with greedy, crooked fingers. Thunder answers the lightning, lightning answers the thunder, and in a heartbeat Zenna is in the middle of the worst storm she has ever known. Rain pounds down like the fists of a vengeful god, cold and punishing. Candela lifts his wings, intending to shelter her; but all this rain is worse for him, so she recalls him and screams, “Kid!” over the howl of the wind. “We’ve got to get to shelter! We’ve – “

Words snatched from her throat. The boy stands in a corona of light so bright it hurts to look at. There is a Zapdos on his shoulders. Its wings are arced over his head, shielding him from the downpour; the rain fizzles into steam against the lightning of its feathers.

And just like that the storm clears. Heavy grey clouds peel back to reveal the brilliance of a blue sky. And the kid says, “Baby! You worried me.”

The Zapdos – the Zapdos, god of lightning and god of the mountains and and and – nuzzles his head. He laughs in delight. “This is my friend,” he says, “Zenna,” and Zenna can barely breathe as the – god of thunder and bird of light and power and – regards her with two ferocious eyes. She resists the temptation to knee; it’s a primal, absurdist notion; but she’s faced with a myth, an actual honest-to-gods myth.

“That’s not a Fearow – it’s a Zapdos “ she says.

“Of course it’s a Fearow,” the boy chirrups, “got the pointy feathers and everything. Thought you were a trainer, you should know that sort of thing.”

“Uh,” says Zenna.

“Oh, where are my manners?” the boy continues, grinning and petting the Zapdos’s chest. “My name’s Spark. Nice to meet you!”

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Bracing Nature “At Its Most Raw and Wild” in Norway’s Lofoten Islands

For more photos and videos from Norway’s Lofoten Islands, explore the Skrøva location page, browse the #@skrova hashtag and follow @eivindnatvig on Instagram.

Nestled among the craggy mountains of Norway’s northern coast, the Lofoten Islands are some of the most idyllic on earth. Situated on a small group of islands, the fishing village of Skrøva is home to just a few hundred residents, and tourists flock to the area in the summer months seeking retreat from the modern world. The natural arctic surroundings provide the perfect setting for hiking, watching whales and spotting the Aurora Borealis in the clear night skies. With just a few daylight hours for most of the year, long sunrises and sunsets bathe Skrøva’s white sand beaches and jagged mountain backdrop in a pink light.

Living in Skrøva also lets you experience weather “at its most raw and wild,” says local Instagrammer Eivind Natvig (@eivindnatvig), who captures breathtaking moments from Skrøva’s natural landscapes on Instagram. “Skrøva is somewhere you can experience human vulnerability to the elements,” he says. “When storms come in, we are often isolated from the rest of the world, which provides a wonderful freedom but has its own set of challenges.”

“As one of a handful of people lucky enough to live on Skrøva, I have the unique opportunity to witness and share the daily changes in our incredible nature with Instagrammers around the world,” says Elvind. “I hope my photography can bring something different to the way people see Lofoten.”

A wild river runs between two jagged mountains at Gates of the Arctic National Park and Preserve, creating a doorway to a wilderness of glacier-carved valleys and aurora-lit night skies. This vast landscape lies north of the Arctic Circle and has no roads or trails – making for adventurous exploration. Photo by Carl Johnson, National Park Service.

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Not far from the Arctic Circle, the Norwegian island of Vega boasts one of the most scenic landscapes in the world—jagged mountains rising in the background, mossy plants and brush growing over chiseled boulders, and uninterrupted views of the Norwegian Sea. In this distinctly Nordic environment, traditional huts known as naust sit by the seaside. These windowless wooden cottages have straightforward tectonic forms and a strong material vocabulary, weathered over the years from standing in this oft harsh terrain.

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BLM Winter Bucket List #11:  White Mountains National Recreation Area, Alaska, for Trails Surrounded by Rugged Beauty and Northern Lightshow

Located just an hour’s drive from Fairbanks, Alaska, the one-million-acre White Mountains National Recreation Area offers stunning scenery, peaceful solitude, and outstanding opportunities for recreation. 

The BLM White Mountains includes more than 240 miles of maintained winter trails surrounded by jagged limestone mountains and cliffs, high mountain passes, and broad, rounded valleys. Whether you choose to explore by ski or snowshoe, snowmobile, dog team, or even fat bike, you’ll find crisp, clean air, dazzling views, and if you’re lucky, shimmering northern lights against a star-studded sky.

One of the highlights of a tour through the White Mountains is an overnight stay at one of BLM’s public recreation cabins – the perfect place to warm up after a day on the trail.

Learn more: http://www.blm.gov/ak/st/en/prog/nlcs/white_mtns.html

This was from this past summer in Southeast Alaska. I was there for 2 months back country sea kayaking the Inside Passage. We paddled 550 miles alongside Humpback whales and Glacial Fjords. We stayed on Admiralty Island for 5 of those nights which has the highest Grizzly bear density in North America. This shot was during our departure from Admiralty. It was a 4ish mile crossing to a set of significantly smaller islands called the Twin Brothers. It was our first moment seeing jagged mountain peaks after a week of overcast, restricting our view to the foothills, so it felt amazing. Not to mention that we saw over 15 whales fully breach and had one surface about 10 feet from me. All during this crossing.

It’s difficult to comprehend the size and scope of the Alaskan wilderness. Jagged mountains rise out of endless snow plains. Huge glaciers fill valleys. Everything makes you feel small. Winter at Lake Clark National Park & Preserve is beautiful, but intimidating. Photo by National Park Service.

I could describe you by rocky streams and by the jagged edges of the mountain tops.
You toss with the stormy surfaces of the ocean, and fly with the sharp sting of a sandstorm.
I could detail you with the fiery tail of a falling star, and outline you the way sunlight pierces the water.
I see you in the sparks that fly just before a flame erupts, and I feel you in the way the fire burns and the cold bites.
You are the intensity hidden in the ordinary.
The sharp edges of a curve.
You are everything I’m afraid to be. The devil that exists in my details.
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Put White Mountains National Recreation Area, Alaska, on Your Bucket List for Trails Surrounded by Rugged Beauty and Northern Lightshow

Located just an hour’s drive from Fairbanks, Alaska, the one-million-acre White Mountains National Recreation Area offers stunning scenery, peaceful solitude, and outstanding opportunities for recreation.

The BLM White Mountains includes more than 240 miles of maintained winter trails surrounded by jagged limestone mountains and cliffs, high mountain passes, and broad, rounded valleys. Whether you choose to explore by ski or snowshoe, snowmobile, dog team, or even fat bike, you’ll find crisp, clean air, dazzling views, and if you’re lucky, shimmering northern lights against a star-studded sky.

One of the highlights of a tour through the White Mountains is an overnight stay at one of BLM’s public recreation cabins — the perfect place to warm up after a day on the trail. #SeeBLM

Learn more: http://www.blm.gov/ak/st/en/prog/nlcs/white_mtns.html