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fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak · 11 months

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What a gorgeous day on the water ❤️

#personal #oh how i missed my paddle board so much #paddleboarding #horseshoe lake

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sitting-on-me-bum · 8 months

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The Milky Way shimmers above a partially drained Horseshoe Lake, in Mammoth Lakes, California.

PHOTOGRAPH BY BABAK TAFRESHI, NAT GEO IMAGE COLLECTION

#babak tafreshi #photographer #national geographic #landscape #milky way #night sky #horseshoe lake #mammoth lakes #california #nature

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adventurealldays · 3 days

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2012

#wheeler peak #horseshoe lake

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newjerseyisthebest · 9 months

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Swan at Horseshoe Lake in Succasunna, New Jersey.

#succasunna #New Jersey #nj #lake #swan #nature #photo #horseshoe lake

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lies · 2 years

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Sometimes when I'm birdwatching

#sometimes when i’m birdwatching #things that aren’t birds #chipmunk #horseshoe lake

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lovesbooks333 · 9 months

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My reading time!! Horseshoe Lake!! Finished it!

#books #novel #book covers #reading #love books #beauty #mothman #pontoon #boating #horseshoe lake #vacation

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mojo-warrior · 9 months

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#Mammoth Lakes #Horseshoe Lake #bike ride

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monmorgandy · 1 year

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20160326KW-DSC_5980-Edit.jpg by Kevin Wang

#SunSet #Horseshoe Lake #Cypress Tree #Shawnee National Forest Preserve #Swamp #flickr

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kudossi · 1 year

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carry me to innisfree

She finds herself on a precipice, grass under her paws and gray sky overhead. The smell of salt and the sound of crashing waves fill her senses; her claws dig into sand-strewn soil; her fur lifts with the ocean breeze, strong and stalwart, whipping steadily away from the rising sun. Below her lies ocean, depthless and desperately, achingly blue; beyond her lies water, leaping endlessly toward the golden, rocky shore.

The sun-drown-place, she thinks, and feels at once the age of eight moons and eighty season-cycles. She reaches at once for Feathertail, dead for countless pawsteps; for Tawnypelt, buried seasons ago; for Stormfur, lost to the crags of the mountains; for Crowfeather, who had closed his eyes only moons ago and had never opened them again. She does not reach for Bramblestar; she does not question why. She simply exists, with the ghosts of her friends almost corporeal at her sides, and watches as the wind plays with the waves, salty ocean spray spattering at her paws.

A pale bird swoops overhead, white and soft, feathery gray; with a bolt of delight, Squirrelflight recognizes it as a gull. It had been so long since she had chased them over sand and into the waves, their calls echoing against rocky cliffs. Brambleclaw had snorted, unamused; Feathertail had joined her, swimming through whitecaps and pouncing clumsily on birds until, with the exaggerated air of someone too good for noisy, troublesome birds, she had pulled the largest fish Squirrelflight had ever seen from the waves.

“You look like a drowned rat,” Squirrelpaw had told her, laughing, as Feathertail struggled with a fish bigger than both cats combined.

“Better than looking like a drowned squirrel,” Feathertail had countered, and then Tawnypelt had joined the fray, chasing an odd-looking creature across the shore, all hard shell and hard, straight tail and weird, wiggly, bug-like legs.

“What is this place?” Stormfur had asked, tipping over a bug-prey of his own.

“I don’t know!” Squirrelpaw had replied, delighted, and gotten a mouthful of saltwater for her trouble. She sputtered and spat and dissolved into giggles, lungs seizing and aching and burning, happier than she’d ever been.