#the train the elevator the river valley…

[grainelevator]

Canadian Pacific 3065 (EMD GP38-2) leaving the grain elevator in Rockglen, Saskatchewan [source]

#everything about this photo is so beautiful! #the train the elevator the river valley… #rail #railway #trains #grain elevator #canadian pacific #freight train #prairies #saskatchewan

[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #5

Chapter begins with Azul and Idia breathing heavily as they struggle to make their way up the stairs. Malleus asks where they disappeared to.

Azul wonders just how many stairs are in the bell tower. Idia questions why there isn’t an elevator, and says he misses technology🤣 Epel asks them both if they’re okay, noticing that they are sweaty. Deuce suggests they should try to fly on a broom. If they ask, they can borrow one.

Jamil is laughing. He pretty much says it’s a waste of time and energy to do that. Jamil is like “How sad, Azul. It’s so pathetic.” Clearly, Azul and Idia are not happy😆 Jamil getting back at Azul, though😂 Sebek further rubs salt in the wounds by telling Idia and Azul they dont have enough training, and to learn from his precious Malleus-sama.

Rollo apologizes for the inconvenience. Since the tower is old, the only way up is by climbing the stairs. He explains that both the tower and the Bell are the pride of the school. It’s so wide and intricate, one could live in there. Rollo tells them they’re almost at the top.

Bell Tower Upstairs

When the group enters the top floor, they come across a huge golden bell. Idia and Azul are relieved to have made it. Poor darlings.

Rollo finally presents them with the Bell of Salvation. Malleus says it’s impressive. Briar Valley has bells to signal time, but it’s the first time he sees a bell as big as this one. Rook says the sunlight makes the bell shine gold. Ruggie adds that the bell is truly made of gold, after all. Riddle tells him he wont be able to take such a huge bell home.

Trein is probably the most moved. He comments that it’s beautiful. He now has a wonderful story to tell his wife😭 Rollo is pleased that everyone has seen the splendor of the bell. But, the bell’s beauty is not the only thing to it. The group wonders what he means.

Rollo explains that the bell and its sound is filled with magic power. As it chimes, the magic spreads across the city protecting the people. He continued by saying that the bell saved the city from a terrible “calamity”. That’s why it’s called the “Bell of Salvation”.

Malleus is surprised to hear that a bell saved the city. Rollo says that just like the magic mirror at NRC, the bell has an immense magical power.

Rollo goes on to say that a lot of magical plants grow in the City of Flowers, and it’s thanks to the bell’s magical sound. Unlike other places where the plants will wither, they thrive due to the bell creating everlasting sceneries unique only to the City of the Flowers. The sound of the bell and the beautiful plants are the hearts of the people of the city.

Azul is looking forward to seeing the flowers. Rollo says that it’s ancient custom for the bell to ring three times, morning and evening. The noon bell is soon to ring. With the majestic tone, the heart will sing, and send them back home.

Rollo continues by saying that Noble Bell College is built on the sandbanks of a large river called “Soleil River”. The school and city thrive on four bridges across the river. The cityscape is also the pride of the town.

Rollo points to the main street of the city. Meanwhile, Silver glances out of the tower noting how high up they are. He suddenly gets surprised, and Sebek teases if he’s feeling sleepy. Silver tells him to look over to the side.

Sebek is shocked to see a gargoyle. Azul asks why they are so excited. Sebek says it’s because Malleus is the head of the Gargoyle Research Club. Silver adds that if he sees the gargoyle, he will be delighted.

Sebek runs to get Malleus and show him the gargoyle. He tells him to slowly appreciate the statue. Upon Malleus’s arrival, he looks none too pleased. Sebek asks why he looks upset, and Malleus says that the gargoyle is merely decoration on the railing instead of functioning in the rain. Therefore, it is not a gargoyle, but a grotesque. It is not the same.

Azul is taken aback saying it should be fine. Idia sympathizes with Malleus saying he understands him deeply since he is also that type of person. Idia comments that he can’t misrepresent the “barrier” in Star Rouge as an “shield”. (Ok, it’s a bit tricky to understand Idia here because he uses two ways of saying “barrier”. He says “baria” and “bariya”. So he kind of means like an “invisibility shield” or “immunity”.)

Azul mutters that people with strong commitments are troublesome. However, he notes that the grotesque is quite dirty, it’s mouth stuffed with dead grass. Malleus wonders if there’s a bird nest inside. Silver goes to check, and confirms that there is a nest inside as the grotesque has been hallowed out. Sebek says that it goes all the way into the back of the mouth. Malleus finally understands, and tells the grotesque to excuse his rudeness. Tells it has been a great gargoyle.

Malleus continues by saying that no gargoyle looks the same as they have “tasteful” expressions. Given where this gargoyle is located, he wonders if it’s in the process of being relocated. Says it’s very profound of NBC.

Idia says that Malleus’s mood bounced back. Silver asks if Malleus is satisfied, and Malleus thanks them for their reporting. Sebek is thrilled once again, saying the gargoyles are honored to be recognized by Malleus.

The sound of stone moving catches Azul’s attention. He asks if the gargoyle suddenly moved. Silver wonders if it did. But, Malleus says that Azul must be tired from climbing so many stairs, and tells him to take a rest. Idia quips that stones do not just move by themselves. Azul is tripping.

Azul starts to explain, but stops himself. He realizes he probably said something stupid, and tells everyone to forget about it. Rollo approaches with Jamil and Rook, his explanation of the cityscape over, and asks what they’re talking about. Azul gets fed up, apologizes.

Just look at the grins on Idia and Malleus. These three chapters have been all about bullying Azul😂😂 No need for Floyd and Jade. Malleus and Idia do it perfectly🤣

Anyways, Rollo says it’s about time to return. He encourages the group to explore the city since it’s a great opportunity. Azul says it’s on the itinerary to go conduct fieldwork already.

Trein agrees. He begins to give instructions, but the vice president of the student council interrupts him. He explains that they have prepared gifts for the magicians participating in the exchange meeting.

Ruggie and Grim get excited. Hell yeah, free stuff! Of course, Grim thinks only of food. But, the assistant explains that it is a costume to wear so that they can enjoy the festival later on. Ruggie clearly was imagining something else, but he’s willing to take it if it’s given to him. He even asks if it’s expensive! Omg, Ruggie, no!! Even Jamil is like “You can’t ask that to their face!”😆

The assistant doesn’t know if the costumes are expensive, but they’re sure that they’ll be satisfied with them. The vice principal goes on to say that the townsfolk will all be wearing costumes during the festival this year.

Malleus asks if it’s a traditional costume, but Rollo says it’s more like a holiday outfit. He’d like for everyone participating in the exchange to wear the costumes. The assistant and vice principal say that in that sense, they’ll get to experience the history as they explore the City of Flowers. Which is why Rollo wants them to wear it.

With that said, Rollo has the NRC group go back down.

To be continued…

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade

[pix4japan]

Unmanned Remote Train Station in Shizuoka Mountains of Japan

Location: Lake Sesso, Kawanehoncho Town, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan Timestamp: 9:42, 9:43, and 9:45 on August 23, 2023 Elevation: 495.7 m

Most visitors reach Okuoi-Kojo Station by train, but since I traveled with my dog, we drove to the nearby Okuoi-Koji Station Parking Lot. From the parking lot, we followed the signs and trail uphill and then descended on the other side. We crossed the Okuoi Rainbow Railway Bridge using the pedestrian walkway alongside the tracks.

The defining characteristic of Okuoi-Kojo Station lies in its enduring simplicity. The station has remained largely unchanged for the past 33 years, offering visitors a nostalgic journey back in time, away from the glitz and glamor of Tokyo's modern train stations.

① Captured amidst the rain, my faithful border collie takes a well-deserved break. (And yes, I made sure to thoroughly wipe down the bench after her rest!)

② A rain puddle reflects the station signboard: “Okuoi-Kojo Station.” “Okuoi” is the name of the narrow river valley that was submerged to create Sesso Lake, while “kojo” means “above the lake.”

③ Standing at the platform's end, facing northeast, we have a view of the railway as it disappears into a tunnel. Along the right side of the tracks is the narrow pedestrian path that guides us to the opposite side of the lake and back to the parking lot.

For additional Google Maps links and a wealth of helpful references to enhance your understanding of this location, I encourage you to explore the Pix4Japan blog (https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20230823-lake-sesso). There, you'll discover a comprehensive guide, complete with all the essential details for accessing this destination, along with source references to enrich your knowledge further.

Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 ① 28 mm ISO 400 for 1/125 sec. at ƒ/11 ② 31 mm ISO 400 for 1/125 sec. at ƒ/9.0 ③ 28 mm ISO 400 for 1/125 sec. at ƒ/9.0

#静岡県 #風景写真 #接岨湖 #奥大井レインボーブリッジ #奥大井湖上駅 #pix4japan #pentax_dfa28105 #pentaxk1mkii #landscape photography #Japan #Shizuoka Prefecture #Okuoi Rainbow Bridge #Okuoi-Kojo Station

[guerrerense]

The Deer Creek Express por James Belmont Por Flickr: Heber Valley Railroad operates two trains, a "Lakeside Limited" which runs from Heber City to Deer Creek Dam (Wallsburg), and a "Deer Creek Express" which runs from Heber City to Decker Bay. The State of Utah experienced an extraordinarily wet winter and spring this year. The current elevation of Deer Creek Reservoir (of the Provo River) is 99.9% full, with 150,001 acre-feet of water which is at 111% of normal for this time of year.

#flickr

[aroundtheworldwithphillyfogg]

December 6th: train goes on.

The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile, instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done on the plains. But the engineers, instead of violating nature, avoided its difficulties by winding around, instead of penetrating the rocks. One tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in length, was pierced in order to arrive at the great basin.

The track up to this time had reached its highest elevation at the Great Salt Lake. From this point it described a long curve, descending towards Bitter Creek Valley, to rise again to the dividing ridge of the waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific. There were many creeks in this mountainous region, and it was necessary to cross Muddy Creek, Green Creek, and others, upon culverts.

Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on, while Fix longed to get out of this difficult region, and was more anxious than Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents, and set foot on English soil.

At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger station, and twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory, following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout.

#around the world in 80 days #jules verne #around the world in 80 dailies

[thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical]

Last full day in interlaken part 1-

For our last full day in Interlaken we had planned to do a kid friendly hike in First in the morning then ferry cruise on the Brienzersee with grandparents in the afternoon. We had a bit of a late start getting up to Grindelwald, then took the gondola up to first, marveling at paragliders, mountain trikers and trottibikers galore on the ride up. We then set out to hike to the Bachalpsee trail to a reportedly picturesque lake with awesome views. The hike was reasonably easy by Swiss standards but also by far our most crowded hike thus far (maybe they go hand in hand?). The view back across the Grindelwald valley of the Eiger, Schreckhorn and Mittelhorn were stunning and the lakes also were pretty for a picnic lunch. We then returned, opting to do the “First cliff walk” on the way back which was basically an elevated metal platform along the edge of a cliff which was cool but crowded and not necessarily any more cool than the remainder of the hike. We then headed down to a midway station where there was another epic playground for kids to play in (this one with a mini trampoline and big rope obstacle course) . We tried to keep play time short as we were hoping to make a 4 pm ferry from interlaken ost. Unfortunately we hadn’t done advance research and this turned out to be the last ferry of the day and the return trip would’ve been a complicated arrangement of busses and trains so we ended up not doing the ferry and instead just hopping in the Aare river between the 2 lakes to cool off. We then did some touristing/souvenir shopping with the grandparents before a delicious early dinner at the same burger restaurant we had been turned away from a few days prior (apparently having 8 people eat there is not “impossible” if you eat at 5 pm). All walked away satisfied and we headed home after saying goodbye to the grandparents as they were starting their journey home in the morning and we were headed onward to the next stop on our journey as well. Overall we’d say interlaken/wilderswil is a great base camp and only wish we had checked out the lakes a little more. Lauterbrunen and Grindelwald also seem like awesome places to stay in the future. Matt also hopes to return to the area some day in winter to ski!

[viperbarnes]

Normal Girl – [4/5]

[Bucky Barnes x Iron Fist!Reader]

Summary: A chance meeting leaves you certain you’ve just met the love of your life, and even better, you’re pretty sure he feels the same way… Now you just need to figure out a way to tell him you’re not as normal as he thinks you are…

Warnings: canon level violence, perhaps some language, sexual references, parental death and mourning is discussed at several points, as well as various aspects of Bucky’s trauma and PTSD

Notes: I’d love to hear what you think of this part <3 reblogs and comments are always welcome <3

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The portal closes behind you with a fire-like fizzle, and for a moment you’re struck by the sheer beauty that surrounds you.

No matter how many times you entered the realm of Kun’Lun, no matter how long you stayed for, it would always take your breath away.

The heavenly city sat nestled in an impossible valley, high atop the Kunlun mountain range along the western Chinese border. At an elevation of more than 23,000 feet and completely isolated from the outside world, the city and realm of Kun’Lun was only accessible through otherworldly means. It had transcended it’s earthly presence millennia ago, passing into myth and legend where only the best and noblest of warriors could find it.

Fields of vibrant green, lakes and rivers of the deepest blue, the earth itself appears to shimmer with gems and precious stones of all colours. The city itself seemed to be carved from jade and moonstone, reminiscent of traditional Chinese architecture, and yet more grand than anything mere mortals could have built. The main palace took the shape of a tall tower-like structure, with open walkways and corridors, and reached high above the clouds that already hung quite low in the valley. You know from experience that the tower reached low into the earth as well.

“I will never get over this view,” Xiulan murmurs softly. She had spent plenty of time here in Kun’Lun over the years too, and it was through her side of the family that you were connected to the city. Your mother’s family had always been fighters, stretching back as far as you could trace. While others dismissed the wonders of Kun’Lun as merely myth, your ancestors had travelled there, century after century, generation after generation, to learn and train and master themselves and all other opponents.

The Iron Fist was not born until your legendary ancestor Quan Yaozu travelled to Kun’Lun to learn from the masters there, only to discover the heavenly city overrun with demon-like monsters. Forging an alliance with the dragon god Shou-Lao, Quan Yaozu rid the realm of the creatures and forever changed the future of your family line. Not every descendant felt the yearning and longing for the heat of battle, and not every generation had a worthy enough challenger to claim the power, but either way, Kun’Lun was as much your home as Brooklyn, New York. You were tied together by an unexplainable link, just like your Aunt Xiulan had been ever since she was a girl.

“We should get moving,” you clear your voice and tear your eyes away from the view. Your portal had delivered you to the outskirts of the city, the perfect spot to go undetected. Xiulan nods.

“I will scout ahead, try to see what is going on. You sneak into the palace. Surely they’ll be keeping any prisoners there,” she says, pointing out the places as she speaks of them.

“That will also give me a chance to find Lei Kung. I need answers from him,” you try not to say too darkly. Your relationship with Master Lei was tenuous at best these days, but if he had willingly let The Hand into the city…?

Well, you’d have a lot more than words for him then.

You wish your aunt good luck as you part ways, and find it no trouble at all sneaking into the palace. The Hand have soldiers everywhere, but this realm was a part of you as much as it was the heavens. You’re able to pass through the halls and corridors unseen and unheard, until you find your way down to the first level below-ground, where the simplest of the dungeons were kept.

Two guards stood posted inside, but they go down as easy as two sacks of potatoes, now that you weren’t holding back.

“Li Mei!” your father’s voice immediately sets some of your anxiety at ease, and you look to the cells, finding both your dad and Bucky standing at the bars, with varying looks of relief and shock.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re both okay!” you exclaim, moving over to the cell and taking your fathers outstretched hands through the gaps. Bucky blinks at you but nods slowly at your assertion.

“Oh, I’m fine! I knew you would be here in no time,” he says amicably.

“On the other hand, I was starting to think you would never show,”

The new voice, not belonging to your father or Bucky, makes you turn to the cell at the farthest point in the room, where inside a regal looking man in his mid-life stands tall and proudly, his ornate robes a little dirty around the edges, but you carried no worry for the immortal’s life. He could handle himself.

“Master Lei Kung,” you greet respectfully at first, stepping away from your father and Bucky, and towards your old teacher. He nods at you in acknowledgement, and clasps his hands together in front of him.

“What’s going on, why has The Hand invaded the city?!” you go on to demand, knowing that toppling Kun’Lun’s defences was not easy, nor had you ever thought it actually doable.

“There is no time to explain everything, The Clan is led by a sorcerer,” Lei Kung informs you. You regret not having acted on the information weeks ago when you’d first discovered it, but you really hadn’t thought the situation as dire as this suddenly seemed.

Doubt stirs in your gut, and not for the first time, you wonder how you could have possibly been the right choice for the responsibility placed on you.

“Let me guess, they want to challenge for the power of Shou-Lao?” you try not to roll your eyes, aware of how your master feels about such things. He simply nods.

“Let us out and we can put an end to this invasion,” Lei Kung tells you. You nod and are about to move again to free him, when a voice clears almost obnoxiously behind you.

You glance back at your dad questioningly, but he only makes eyes and gestures to Bucky, who still stares at you quietly.

“Oh… yeah… Sorry Master, can you just give me like, one minute?” you don’t give him the chance protest, and you step back towards the first cell, your father moving off to the side to give you the best privacy he can.

“Hey, Buck,” you start, hoping at the very least, that whatever comes, he won’t be angry with you.

“Hey, honey…” he replies, his voice clearly lost and confused. You wince.

“So about what I was going to tell you earlier…” you watch as his eyebrows lift high, and you realise you actually have no idea where to start.

“Your tattoo… it’s not just a tattoo, is it?” Bucky questions slowly, lips pursed. You shake your head.

“No… I… When I was eighteen I travelled here, to Kun’Lun, to train under the immortal warriors… it’s sort of a thing in my family, and it really wasn’t supposed to go anywhere, but then, well, my aunt disappeared in the snap, and my best friend kinda went insane and I had to step up and challenge him for,” you try to explain the best you can, but trail off when you realise you’re already giving far too much detail. Bucky still stares at you with mixed concern and curiosity. You take a deep breath and summon some of your power forth, so that your mark lights up gold.

“This is the mark of Shou-Lao. It means that I’m the Iron Fist. I… basically I’m really strong and powerful and stuff doesn’t really hurt me like it would normal humans…” you wait for Bucky to get an eyeful of your glowing mark before you allow it to fade back to black. His eyes slowly trail up to meet yours and for a moment he simply stares.

“So… that’s why you’re good at fighting?” he tries, and you immediately frown.

“No. I’m good at fighting because I’ve dedicated my life to it,” you say defensively, but relax after a moment and wave a hand.

“... But it does mean my reflexes and senses are heightened,”

Bucky nods, clearly bewildered, but at last he seems to process the information fully, and lets out a sigh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, and you shrug nervously, scratching at the back of your neck.

“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to, I was going to but… there isn’t exactly a guide for when’s a good time to tell your boyfriend you have the soul of a dragon-god…” you wince, and anxiously wait for him to question you more.

“Huh. Okay,” is all he says a moment later, and you snap your eyes to him, blinking in surprise.

“What? That’s it?”

Bucky shrugs as best he can with his hands bound.

“I always thought you were incredible… this just fills in some of the gaps,” he tells you, sounding weary, but nonplussed. Grinning, you feel yourself filled with a whole new vigour, and you excitedly grip the bars of the cell, ripping them apart with little effort. The magic that was infused in the metal fizzles out when you break them and the moment you can, you throw your arms around Bucky’s neck.

“Thank you,” you say softly against his neck. Awkwardly shuffling from his arms between you reminds you that he’s still cuffed. Pulling back, you grip the metal and break it just as easily as you had the cell bars.

“At least I’m not going to be worried about someone coming after you because of me,” Bucky suggests with a wry grin, and you can’t help but giggle. The clearing of another throat reminds you of why you’re here, and you jump, quickly moving to free Lei Kung as well, his own power immense, but not enough to break free of the enchanted dungeon for himself. Only the Iron Fist could affect the magic that flowed through this realm in any meaningful way.

You aren’t surprised when The Hand ‘ambush’ you a few minutes later, they had to know by now that you were here, but you let them take you ‘captive’ anyway. One way or another you were going to find their leader, it didn’t hurt for them to bring you to them themselves.

Only, when you and the others are escorted into the main throne room of the palace, any control you’d felt over the situation quickly leaves you.

Your heart pounds in your ears, your mind racing with questions, clouding you with confusion, disbelief, hurt, betrayal.

“Aunty?!” You lurch forward slightly, only stopping when every ninja in the room adjusts their weapons to point threateningly toward you.

Your aunt waves off her apparent cronies, but stays facing partially away from you. You watch as she traces her fingers across one of the many foundational pillars in the room. The rounded wood was carved intricately from top to bottom, depicting the fight between one of your ancestors and Shou-Lao.

“Ever since I was a girl, I knew my destiny lay here in Kun’Lun,” she speaks wistfully as she continues to circle the pillar, her eyes dancing over every detail.

“Your mother had no fight in her, so there was never any competition, I didn’t have to worry about her taking what’s mine,” she continues after a beat.

“I used to sit for hours at my great-grandfather’s feet, and listen to stories of Kun’Lun. He promised he would bring me here. He promised that his power, his duty, would one day be mine,” her voice turns sadder then, like she was holding back tears.

Xiulan finally tears her eyes away from the pillar, and drops her hand, turning at last to face you properly.

“I trained day and night for forty years. I mastered everything there was to master. I was tested and tested and tested, and then one day, I became dust,” Xiulan lifts her hand up to her face, turning it over as if remembering the day she and half the other people on earth were destroyed by Thanos.

“Only to come back and discover you, my fight-less sister’s daughter had taken everything from me,” her hand drops to her side, and from where you stand, you can see how angry she is, her reddened eyes beginning to leak a few stray tears. In your shock, you take another step forward, this time ignoring the defensive movements of The Hand members present.

“Xiulan, I– I never meant to take anything from you! I never came here for this!” you stutter out, gesturing to your mark.

“I never did like you,” your father mutters darkly at your aunt from behind you, but you ignore him.

“The only reason I stepped forward was to stop someone else, someone worse, from taking the power!” you shake your head and try to explain, but your aunt snaps, rushing forward and pointing accusingly at you.

“But you still took it! Still usurped me! It was supposed to be mine!” her furious shout echoes briefly around the large room. Your shoulders fall and you have to stop yourself from starting to tear up yourself.

“You think I wanted this? I had to kill my best friend because the taste of power deranged him so much! He wouldn’t even quit when I’d won. I had to beat him to death to stop him from endangering everyone and everything in Kun’Lun, and at the end of it I got this stupid mark! This had nothing to do with wanting to usurp you!” you lose your temper at last.

Xiulan stares at you bleary eyed, anger still rolling off of her in waves.

“Wǒ yǒngyuǎn bù huì yuánliàng nǐ, Wu Li Mei (I will never forgive you).” Your aunt takes up an offensive stance and without even really thinking, you react, moving into a defensive position.

It’s only then that you take note of the fact all of The Hand have moved into a large ring around the two of you, your father, Bucky and Master Lei having been forced into line beside them. You look back at your aunt, desperate for things not to come to this, but her expression is pulled taught and determined now.

“I challenge you, Li Mei, for the power of the Iron Fist,” Xiulan declares, loud enough for it to echo once more around the hall.

“If any interfere, they will be killed,” she continues pointedly throwing a glance towards Bucky and your father. You do too, but only to make sure they were alright.

Your eye catches Bucky's briefly, and you can clearly see the worry written into his expression, but after a moment he sobers, and gives you a solemn nod of encouragement.

Your father’s support is far less subdued however, and he cups his hands around his mouth.

“Kick her ass!” he shouts to you, almost making you smile, but you look away from him, and focus back on your aunt.

You straighten a little, and square your shoulders back.

“I accept your challenge,” you respond, and fall back into a fighting stance.

Your heart rate doubles as you begin to circle one another. On one hand, this could fix all of your problems. It could relieve you of this responsibility you’d never really wanted in the first place, and you could go back to just being a normal girl. But on the other hand, your aunt had become just as corrupted and desperate for the power of Shou-Lao as your best friend Davos had been. She’d gone so far as to join forces with The Hand, and to challenge her own niece just to get it, she clearly was not the right hands for the job.

As she suddenly leaps at you, coming down with the first strike, you feel the power and strength behind her blows, her natural talent and mastery of the arts bolstered by the sorcery she’d clearly sought out in the absence of the mark. You block and defend yourself, and you actually find yourself needing to use your full range of ability just to stay ahead of her every move.

Her hurried and brash fighting style betrays the calmness on her face, the force of her strikes revealing to you how desperate and angry she really is, and yet, even though you can tell she uses her full power, everything in her arsenal, you know deep down you’re still holding back.

At last, you begin to fight back, the realisation that you couldn’t let Xiulan beat you dawning on you. Your battle only becomes more viscous, your aunt only becoming more desperate as she realises how out-matched she truly is, only just able to hold her own against you while you were barely even trying.

And then you swipe at her legs, catching her completely off guard and you follow through, falling atop of her with her arms pinned beneath your knees at her sides, you pull back your fist and let it glow, holding it up in warning.

“Forfeit, Xiulan,” you demand, steeling your nerve against your aunt’s wide, shocked eyes. When she tries to move, to buck you off her, but fails to even make you budge, her form drops, and her shoulders slump.

“Forfeit!” you shout, angry that she would force you to do this.

Xiulan’s face becomes pained, and weakly, she nods.

You let out a breath of air, and let the glow die down in your fist before you fully release her, standing up and, after a moment of hesitation, offering your hand to her. Xiulan stares up at you with red, accusing eyes, before she pushes her way to her feet, rejecting your offer.

No longer wanting to deal with her, or this whole debacle, you turn back to your father and Bucky, beginning to walk towards them and Master Lei, so you could figure out how you would eject The Hand from Kun’Lun.

You’ve only made it a few steps when you hear a frenzied scream followed by a rush of air. You spin on the spot, but time seems to slow for several seconds, and it isn’t until you spy your aunt, now heaving with effort, that you begin to feel the sharpness and the pain of the long bladed staff that had been run through your chest.

You look down at it with wide eyed shock, and hear your name being called in panic as deep, crimson-red blood begins to soak the front of your clothes.

The last thing you feel or see before you fall, is your Aunt’s manic grin as a swirling black dragon tattoo etches itself into her skin.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky barnes/yn #bucky barnes x yn

[sanjana1211]

Trip to MUSSOORRIE

17 December, 2023

Tuesday 11:00 am

Hello everyone.... I am Amisha, welcome to my new blog " Trip to MUSSOORRIE " .

The day was little rainy. 🌦 My family members decided to visit the kempty waterfall situated in Mussoorie in Uttrakhand ( India).

One of my siblings one who asked me to join in boating. I am very excited 🤗 and replied " Yes " .

All we got ready and search those things which was needed for boating. We carried water bottles, boating jacket etc.

Mussoorie is the most visited hill station in Uttrakhand. The weather of Mussoorie attracts tourists not only from India but all around the world. The mystic air and serene coolness of the place make it the loveliest hill station of Uttrakhand . It is also famous for destination wedding.

There are several ways to reach Mussoorie. It is only 30 km from Dehradun. Being the capital of Uttrakhand, Dehradun is well connected by trains, airways and roads. I went to Mussoorie with my family.

There is no direct bus or train to reach Mussoorie. Hiring one private cab from Haridwar, Uttrakhand for Rs 5,000.

HOW LONG TO VISIT MUSSOORIE

Mussoorie is a small hill station so it takes only 2 days to cover the major sights of the place. I suggest 2-3 days are enough to roam around Mussoorie. You could spend more time to do some adventurous activities which can take your whole day.

Places to visit in Mussoorie :

I will guide you with the five best place to visit in two days. There are many more good places but I consider the best if you are visiting only for 2 days. These places would definitely take your heart away with their stupendous views.

Kempty waterfall and Ropeway

It is a perfect picnic spot for enjoying a gala time. It has milky streams of water falling from 41ft . There are a lot of stairs which lead to the actual spot where the water collects.

The water is extremely cold and can give you chills. Besides it a number of shops are available to provide you swimming clothes, floaters and can safely keep your valuables at lockers for a nominal charge. Nearby to it, there is a ropeway to explore the panorma view of Dehradun- Mussoorie trail and enjoy the elevated lush green Mountains, valleys and terrains. It costs Rs 80/person for such a beautiful ride.

CLOUD'S END

As the name suggest, clouds End is the geographical end of Mussoorie hill station. It is at a distance of 6 km from Mussoorie Mall Road and you can reach there by a local taxi available. It is a peaceful small trek with the breathtaking views of Aglar River Valley. During monsoon, it is often covered with clouds and fog. You can actually feel the picturesque clouds End.

Some famous place in Mussoorie

MALL ROAD.

COMPANY GARDEN.

BENONG WILDLIFE SANCTUARY.

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STORM (from Soldier)

from here [accepting] STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm.

"You seeing this, viejo?" Sombra's alert. The sky is overcast and it's quiet - birds sensed the swelling rain already and have sheltered. Her eyes are trained on the horizon. It's dark enough that the lightning illuminates every corner of the jungle.

The air is thick with heat and humidity. Her eyes drift to the river that cuts through the shallow valley below. It's already swelling, licking at the borders of the shore. "High ground." It isn't a suggestion, she's just letting him know precisely where to do and she's already on her way.

It wasn't as if she was not fit, she ran every day, but the constantly rising elevation is making her breath come in short gaps. She doesn't let it slow her, though - she only slows when fat, warm drops pour from the sky. It was like being in slippery, warm soup. "Remind me again why we decided to come to Ecuador in December?" She sounds miserable, the silence after her question interrupted by a flash of light and the crack of thunder.

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Discover the Himalayan Marvels: Annapurna Base Camp and Annapurna Circuit Trek

Embark on an enchanting journey through the majestic Himalayas with the Annapurna Base Camp Trek and Annapurna Circuit Trek. These iconic treks offer a glimpse into the breathtaking beauty and cultural richness of the Annapurna region of Nepal.

Annapurna Base Camp Trek: A Trekker's Paradise

Annapurna Base Camp Trek is a captivating journey that takes trekkers deep into the heart of the Annapurna Sanctuary. Starting from the vibrant city of Pokhara, the trek winds through lush rhododendron forests, picturesque Gurung villages, and cascading waterfalls, culminating at the base of the majestic Annapurna massif.

Trekking Highlights: Magnificent Landscapes and Himalayan Hospitality

As you trek deeper into the sanctuary, you'll be greeted by awe-inspiring views of snow-capped peaks, including Annapurna I, Machapuchare, and Hiunchuli. Along the way, immerse yourself in the warm hospitality of the local Gurung and Magar communities, whose rich culture and traditions add a unique charm to the journey.

Annapurna Base Camp: A Spectacular Alpine Amphitheater

The highlight of the trek is reaching Annapurna Base Camp, a natural amphitheater surrounded by towering peaks. Here, trekkers are treated to panoramic views of the Annapurna range, with the iconic Machapuchare (Fishtail) peak dominating the skyline. It's a moment of pure awe and reverence amidst the grandeur of the Himalayas.

Annapurna Circuit Trek: A Classic Himalayan Adventure

For those seeking a more extensive trekking experience, the Annapurna Circuit Trek offers an unparalleled journey around the entire Annapurna massif. Starting from the lush valleys of the Marshyangdi River, the trail traverses high mountain passes, remote villages, and diverse landscapes, showcasing the region's natural and cultural diversity.

Trekking Challenges: Thorong La Pass and Beyond

The highlight of the Annapurna Circuit Trek is crossing the formidable Thorong La Pass, standing at an elevation of 5,416 meters. It's a challenging ascent that tests the endurance and resilience of trekkers, but the reward is unparalleled, with breathtaking views of the surrounding peaks and valleys.

Cultural Encounters: Tibetan Buddhism and Mountain Villages

Along the trail, trekkers have the opportunity to interact with diverse ethnic communities, including the Tibetan Buddhists of Manang and the Hindu villagers of Muktinath. Explore ancient monasteries, sacred temples, and traditional homestays, gaining insight into the rich tapestry of Himalayan culture and spirituality.

Preparation and Safety Tips: Essential Guidelines for Trekkers

Before embarking on the Annapurna Base Camp Trek or Annapurna Circuit Trek, it's crucial to prepare adequately and prioritize safety. Here are some tips to ensure a safe and enjoyable trekking experience:

• Physical Fitness: Train regularly to build stamina and endurance, as both treks involve long days of walking at high altitudes.

• Altitude Acclimatization: Take sufficient time to acclimatize to the altitude, with rest days and gradual ascent to minimize the risk of altitude sickness.

• Packing Essentials: Pack appropriate clothing, sturdy hiking boots, and essential gear such as a sleeping bag, trekking poles, and a first aid kit.

• Hydration and Nutrition: Stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water and consume nutritious meals to fuel your body for the trek.

• Travel Insurance: Ensure you have comprehensive travel insurance that covers emergency medical evacuation and unforeseen circumstances.

Conclusion: A Journey of Discovery and Adventure

Embarking on the Annapurna Base Camp Trek or Annapurna Circuit Trek is a life-changing experience that leaves an indelible mark on the soul of every adventurer. From the mesmerizing landscapes to the warm hospitality of the local communities, every moment is a testament to the beauty and resilience of the Himalayas. So pack your bags, lace up your boots, and get ready to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.

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A Majestic Journey: Exploring the Beauty of Kinner Kailash Trek

Embark on a majestic journey through the breathtaking landscapes of the Kinner Kailash Trek, a trekking expedition that offers a glimpse into the awe-inspiring beauty of the Himalayas. Nestled in the Kinnaur district of Himachal Pradesh, this trek provides a thrilling experience for adventure enthusiasts and nature lovers alike. While the Kinner Kailash Trek offers a truly unparalleled experience, it is important to consider the costs associated with this expedition. In this blog, we will delve into the various aspects of the Kinner Kailash Trek, including the cost implications, to help you plan your adventure accordingly.

Understanding the Kinner Kailash Trek

The Kinner Kailash Trek is a challenging yet rewarding expedition that takes you through some of the most pristine and untouched landscapes of the Himalayas. The trail covers a distance of approximately 60 kilometers and reaches an altitude of 4,650 meters, offering trekkers an opportunity to witness breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks, lush valleys, and stunning landscapes. The trek takes you through picturesque villages, ancient monasteries, and remote hamlets, providing a glimpse into the rich culture and traditions of the local people. It is important to be well-prepared for this trek, as it requires a good level of physical fitness and stamina. In the next section, we will discuss the best time to undertake the Kinner Kailash Trek and the necessary permits and documents required for the expedition.

Preparing for the Kinner Kailash Trek

Preparing for the Kinner Kailash Trek is essential to ensure a safe and enjoyable journey. Before embarking on this adventure, it is important to assess your physical fitness level and undertake any necessary training or exercises to build stamina and endurance. It is advisable to consult with a healthcare professional before starting any fitness program.

Packing the right gear is crucial for this trek. Make sure to have proper hiking boots, comfortable clothing for layering, a warm and waterproof jacket, a backpack, a hat, gloves, sunglasses, a sleeping bag, a first aid kit, and a water bottle. It is also recommended to carry high-energy snacks and electrolyte-rich drinks to stay hydrated and energized during the trek.

In terms of permits and documents, trekkers are required to obtain an Inner-Line Permit from the District Administration Office. It is essential to carry a valid identification proof such as a passport or driver’s license.

In the next section, we will discuss the best time to undertake the Kinner Kailash Trek and provide some tips for acclimatization during the expedition.

Exploring the natural beauty of Kinner Kailash

Once you have prepared yourself physically and packed all the necessary gear for the Kinner Kailash Trek, it’s time to embark on a journey filled with breathtaking natural beauty. This trek offers a glimpse into the majestic Himalayan landscape, with its towering peaks, lush green valleys, and pristine alpine meadows.

As you make your way through the trek, you will come across picturesque villages and Buddhist monasteries that add a cultural aspect to the experience. The trail takes you through dense forests of pine, oak, and rhododendron, where you can spot a variety of flora and fauna. Keep your camera ready, as you might come across some rare and exotic species along the way.

One of the highlights of the Kinner Kailash Trek is the stunning views of the snow-capped peaks. The sight of the mighty Kinner Kailash peak, standing tall at an elevation of 6,515 meters, is awe-inspiring and truly a treat for the eyes.

Every day of the trek will offer new and unique landscapes, leaving you in awe of the natural beauty that surrounds you. From crystal-clear rivers to cascading waterfalls, the Kinner Kailash Trek is a photographer’s paradise.

In the next section, we will discuss the best time to undertake the Kinner Kailash Trek and provide some tips for acclimatization during the expedition. Stay tuned to discover how to make the most of your trekking adventure in this captivating region.

Experiencing spiritual and cultural aspects on the trek

The Kinner Kailash Trek not only offers breathtaking natural beauty but also provides a unique opportunity to immerse yourself in the spiritual and cultural heritage of the region. As you pass through the picturesque villages along the trail, you will get a glimpse of the local way of life and their customs.

One of the highlights of the trek is the chance to visit Buddhist monasteries that dot the landscape. These monasteries are not only architectural marvels but also hold immense spiritual significance for the local Buddhist communities. Take the time to explore these sacred spaces, listen to the chanting of the monks, and witness their rituals.

Additionally, interacting with the locals will give you an insight into their rich cultural traditions and practices. Don’t hesitate to strike up a conversation with the friendly villagers and learn about their way of life, cuisine, and festivals.

By embracing the spiritual and cultural aspects of the Kinner Kailash Trek, you will not only enrich your own journey but also gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of the beautiful region you are exploring.

In the next section, we will discuss the importance of proper physical fitness and provide tips for training before undertaking the Kinner Kailash Trek. Stay tuned for valuable insights on preparing yourself for this exhilarating adventure.

Challenges and rewards of the Kinner Kailash Trek

Embarking on the Kinner Kailash Trek is not for the faint of heart. While the journey offers immense beauty and spirituality, it also presents its fair share of challenges. The trek is known for its rugged terrain, steep ascents, and unpredictable weather conditions. It requires a certain level of physical fitness and mental resilience to navigate through the mountainous trails.

However, the rewards that await you on this trek are countless. As you conquer each challenging section of the trail, you will be rewarded with breathtaking views of snow-capped peaks, pristine alpine meadows, and glistening glacial streams. The sense of accomplishment upon reaching the sacred Kinner Kailash peak is unparalleled. It is a moment of triumph that will be etched in your memory forever.

In addition to the physical rewards, the Kinner Kailash Trek offers a chance for personal growth and self-discovery. As you push yourself beyond your limits, you will tap into inner strength and resilience you never knew you had. The journey will test your endurance, determination, and perseverance, leaving you with a profound sense of accomplishment and confidence.

So, if you are ready to embrace the challenges and reap the rewards of the Kinner Kailash Trek, stay tuned for the upcoming section where we will discuss essential items and gear you need to pack for this epic adventure.

Final thoughts on the majestic journey

Embarking on the Kinner Kailash Trek is not a decision to be taken lightly. It requires a certain level of physical and mental preparedness, as well as a deep sense of adventure. But trust me when I say that the rewards of this majestic journey are worth every ounce of effort.

As you make your way through the rugged terrain and conquer the steep ascents, you will be greeted by some of the most awe-inspiring landscapes you have ever seen. The snow-capped peaks, the vast alpine meadows, and the glistening glacial streams will leave you breathless with their sheer beauty.

But the true reward lies in reaching the sacred Kinner Kailash peak. Standing at the summit, you will feel a sense of accomplishment unlike any other. The panoramic views that stretch as far as the eye can see will make you feel like you’re on top of the world.

But it’s not just the physical rewards that make this journey so special. This trek is a test of your inner strength and resilience. It will push you beyond your limits and show you what you’re truly capable of. It will teach you the power of endurance, determination, and perseverance.

So, if you’re ready to embark on this majestic journey, get ready to push yourself, to discover new strengths within yourself, and to witness the true beauty of the Kinner Kailash Trek. Stay tuned for the next section where we will discuss essential items and gear you need to pack for this epic adventure.

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The journey to Everest Base Camp

Introduction:

Nestled in the heart of the towering Himalayas, Mount Everest Base Camp stands as an iconic destination for adventure seekers and nature enthusiasts alike. The journey to this awe-inspiring location is not merely a physical expedition but a profound experience that tests one's limits and offers a unique glimpse into the beauty of the world's highest peak. This narrative recounts the incredible journey to the Everest Base Camp, a trek filled with challenges, breathtaking landscapes, and a profound sense of achievement.

Preparation:

Embarking on a journey to Everest Base Camp requires meticulous planning and physical preparedness. As I geared up for this extraordinary adventure, I underwent a rigorous training regimen, focusing on cardiovascular fitness, strength training, and altitude acclimatization. Additionally, assembling the necessary gear – from sturdy trekking boots to thermal layers and a reliable backpack – was crucial to ensuring a safe and comfortable trek.

Arrival in Kathmandu:

The adventure commenced in the bustling city of Kathmandu, Nepal's capital, where a vibrant blend of culture and history set the stage for the upcoming expedition. After acclimatizing to the local atmosphere and exploring the city's vibrant streets, the journey to the Everest region officially began with a scenic flight to Lukla, a small Himalayan town that serves as the gateway to the trek.

Trekking Through Sherpa Villages:

The trek unfolded through picturesque Sherpa villages, each offering a glimpse into the rich culture and traditions of the resilient mountain people. The warmth and hospitality of the Sherpa community provided a sense of connection to the region, with their traditional dwellings and prayer flags adorning the landscape. As we ascended higher, the air became thinner, and the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas emerged on the horizon, inspiring a sense of awe and reverence.

The Khumbu Valley:

Navigating the Khumbu Valley, a rugged and challenging terrain, brought both physical and mental hurdles. The trail meandered along the Dudh Koshi River, crossing suspension bridges that swayed precariously over deep ravines. As the altitude increased, acclimatization stops became crucial, allowing our bodies to adapt to the decreasing oxygen levels. Each day brought new challenges, but the camaraderie among fellow trekkers and the breathtaking vistas provided the motivation to persevere.

Reaching Namche Bazaar:

At an elevation of 3,440 meters, Namche Bazaar is a vital acclimatization point and a vibrant trading hub in the region. Surrounded by towering peaks, the town offered a mesmerizing panorama of the Himalayan landscape. Exploring the narrow alleys lined with colorful prayer flags and bustling markets provided a welcome respite before the journey continued to higher altitudes.

Tengboche Monastery:

One of the spiritual highlights of the trek was the visit to Tengboche Monastery, a serene Buddhist sanctuary perched on a ridge with panoramic views of Everest and its neighboring peaks. The rhythmic chants of monks and the peaceful ambiance created a profound sense of spirituality, reinforcing the connection between nature and culture in the Himalayas.

The Final Ascent:

As the trek progressed, the landscape transformed into a surreal snow-covered wilderness. The final ascent to Everest Base Camp demanded resilience and determination, navigating icy paths and enduring frigid temperatures. The sight of the iconic Khumbu Icefall and the massive Khumbu Glacier signaled our approach to the ultimate destination.

Everest Base Camp:

Reaching Everest Base Camp at an elevation of 5,364 meters was a momentous achievement, marked by a mix of exhaustion and elation. Surrounded by the towering peaks of Nuptse, Lhotse, and, of course, Everest itself, a sense of accomplishment and reverence permeated the air. The base camp, a temporary settlement for climbers during the climbing season, offered a unique perspective on the challenges of conquering the world's highest peak.

Conclusion:

The journey to Everest Base Camp is a profound and transformative experience, combining physical endurance with the breathtaking beauty of the Himalayas. It is not merely a trek but a pilgrimage to the roof of the world, where every step brings trekkers closer to the indomitable spirit of the mountains. As I descended from this celestial realm, I carried with me not just memories of stunning landscapes but a newfound appreciation for the strength of the human spirit and the majestic grandeur of Mount Everest.

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Himalayan Highlands: Must-Visit Places in Himachal Pradesh

Welcome to the mesmerizing tour of must visit places in Himachal Pradesh, where every valley echoes with the enchanting allure of nature and culture. Himachal tourism, with its diverse offerings, beckons adventure enthusiasts, nature lovers, and culture seekers alike. This northern gem, cradled in the arms of the Himalayas, boasts an array of must-visit places in Himachal Pradesh that promise an unforgettable experience. Let Himalayan Heaven Tours guide you to must-visit places, including Shimla, Manali, Dharamshala, and Chamba – each a unique gem waiting to be explored. Follow the call of the mountains, as you discover the natural wonders that make Himachal Pradesh a destination like no other. Join us on a virtual journey through the scenic landscapes, ancient temples, and vibrant traditions that make Himachal Pradesh a must-visit destination for everyone.

Adventure Paradise:

For adventure enthusiasts, Himachal Pradesh is a playground. From trekking in the Parvati Valley to river rafting in the Beas River, the options are endless. The Rohtang Pass and Sach Pass are a heaven for bikers and road trip enthusiasts, offering breathtaking views along challenging terrains. Skiing in Solang Valley and paragliding in Bir Billing are experiences that promise an adrenaline rush amidst the pristine Himalayan landscape.

Spiritual Retreats:

The land of gods, as Himachal is often referred to, is dotted with temples and monasteries that hold immense spiritual significance. The Hidimba Devi Temple in Manali, the Baijnath Temple in Kangra, and the Key Monastery in Spiti are just a few examples. These sacred sites not only offer a glimpse into the rich cultural heritage of the region but also provide a serene escape for those seeking spiritual solace. In this article you will get to know about some of the heavenly must visit places in Himachal Pradesh:-

Shimla - The Queen of Hills:

Start your journey to Himachal Pradesh from the charming capital city, Shimla. The Ridge, Mall Road, and Jhaku Temple for a taste of the town's rich history and culture. The toy train journey from Kalka to Shimla is a UNESCO World Heritage experience, offering stunning vistas of lush green landscapes. Avoid planning a visit during the winter months (December to February) if you are not a fan of cold weather, as Shimla experiences heavy snowfall during this period.

Manali - Adventure Heaven:

Manali, situated along the banks of the Beas River, is a heaven for adventure seekers. From skiing in Solang Valley to paragliding in Rohtang Pass, the options are limitless. The picturesque landscapes, lush apple orchards, and the ancient Hadimba Temple add to the charm. Don't miss a visit to Old Manali for its bohemian vibes and vibrant cafes. best time to visit Manali depends on your preferences and the kind of experience you desire. If you enjoy outdoor activities, summer is ideal, if you love snow and winter activities, the winter months are perfect. Always check the current weather conditions and road accessibility before planning your trip.

Dharamshala - The Spiritual Retreat:

Dharamshala, the spiritual headquarters of the Tibetan culture, is renowned for its peaceful atmosphere and the residence of the Dalai Lama. Explore McLeod Ganj, visit the Tsuglagkhang Complex, and trek to Triund for breathtaking views. The town's Tibetan influence adds a unique cultural touch to the experience. It's important to note that Dharamshala experiences heavy rainfall during the monsoon season (July to August), and winters (December to February) can be quite chilly, especially in higher elevations. If you prefer milder temperatures and want to enjoy the natural beauty of the region, plan your visit during the spring or autumn months.

Kullu - The Valley of Gods:

Known for its stunning landscapes and vibrant festivals, Kullu is a delightful destination. The Kullu Valley is dotted with apple orchards, traditional wooden houses, and ancient temples. The annual Kullu Dussehra is a grand celebration attracting visitors from far and wide. Winter months (December to February) can be quite chilly. While some visitors enjoy the snow-covered landscapes, others may find it too cold. If you're a fan of snow and winter sports, visiting during this time might be suitable for you.

Dalhousie - Serenity in the Himalayan Lap:

Tucked away in the Chamba district, Dalhousie a picturesque hill station, named after the British Governor-General Lord Dalhousie, offers a peaceful escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Let's explore the enchanting allure of Dalhousie and the serene experiences it has to offer. The best time to visit Dalhousie is during the summer and early autumn months, spanning from March to October. During this period, the weather in Dalhousie is pleasant. The months of March to June are considered the peak tourist season, as the weather is mild, and the flora is in full bloom, creating a picturesque landscape.

Spiti Valley - A High-Altitude Adventure:

For those seeking offbeat destinations, Spiti Valley offers a unique experience. Known for its high mountain deserts, ancient monasteries, and challenging roads, Spiti is a heaven for adventure enthusiasts. Key Monastery, Chandratal Lake, and the village of Kibber are must-visit attractions. The best time to visit here depends on your preferences and the type of experience you seek. The most favorable time for most travelers is during the summer months, specifically from late May to early October.

If you are planning to visit Himachal Pradesh choose the time that aligns with your interests, whether it's the bustling summer months, the lush monsoon season, the vibrant autumn, or the tranquil winter solitude.

These are some of the must visit places in Himachal Pradesh. We will explore about other places very soon.

So, here is the virtual journey to must-visit places in Himachal Pradesh, a region blessed with breathtaking landscapes and vibrant culture. Journey through the mystical landscapes of Himachal Pradesh, where nature and culture converge in perfect harmony. With its diverse landscapes and rich cultural tapestry, stands as a testament to the incredible beauty that the Himalayas hold. Whether you're an adventure seeker, a nature lover, or someone seeking spiritual solace, Himachal has something to offer for everyone. Plan your Himachal tour, and let the magic of the mountains captivate your heart and soul. Happy Journey!!

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From Pink City Charm to Iron Man Majesty: Your Journey to the Statue of Unity from Jaipur

Jaipur, the vibrant city painted in shades of rose and royalty, beckons with its forts, palaces, and colorful bazaars. But beyond its captivating charm lies another wonder, calling you with a silent promise of unity and awe: The Statue of Unity.

If you prefer travelling by train, you can board a train from Jaipur to Vadodara, a major railway station near Kevadiya. From there, you can hire a cab or take a local bus to reach the Statue of Unity. The Jaipur to Statue of Unity by train journey is about 10-14 hours, until Vadodara, which offers scenic views, and it’s a comfortable way to travel. However, it may take longer compared to other options, so plan your itinerary accordingly.

Jaipur to Statue of Unity by Train: 

Settle into the rhythmic sway of the rails, enjoying the passing scenery as you choose from direct trains like the Jaipur Superfast or the Duronto Express. The journey might take 10-14 hours, but it's a comfortable and picturesque way to travel.

Jaipur to Statue of Unity by Bus: 

Opt for a budget-friendly journey on an overnight bus, taking advantage of the sleeping berths for a restful travel experience. The ride might take up to 20 hours, but you'll wake up refreshed and ready to explore the Statue of Unity.

A Road Trip from Jaipur to Statue of Unity:

For the adventurous souls, a road trip through NH48 offers an unforgettable experience. Stop by historical towns like Chittorgarh and Udaipur, soak in the beauty of the Aravalli Hills, and make it a multi-day adventure. Just remember to factor in overnight stays and fuel costs

No Matter Your Choice, the Destination Promises Grandeur

Gaze at the Statue of Unity: 

Towering at 182 meters, the world's tallest statue mesmerizes with its sheer scale and intricate details. Take the elevator ride to the observation deck for stunning views of the Narmada river and the surrounding landscape. 

Experience Valley of Flowers: 

Take a boat ride on the Narmada and witness the vibrant tapestry of nature at the Valley of Flowers. The lush vegetation and colorful blooms offer a serene contrast to the majestic statue.

Indulge in the Tent City Comfort: 

Relax at the Statue of Unity Tent City-1, nestled amidst the natural beauty. Choose from luxurious Swiss cottages or comfortable tents, all equipped with modern amenities for a perfect stay.

Plan Your Escape

Best time to visit: 

October to March offers pleasant weather and avoids the scorching summer heat. Monsoon season (July-September) adds a touch of greenery, but be prepared for occasional showers.

Travel Packages: 

Check out the Statue of Unity Tent City-1 website for special packages that combine transportation, accommodation, and sightseeing experiences, making your trip stress-free and affordable.

Conclusion

Jaipur's pink hues melt into the iron majesty of the Statue of Unity, weaving a story of diversity and unity. Make your way from the City of Palaces to the Iron Man of India, and witness the spirit of a nation etched in epic scale. Book your journey today and let the legend unfold before your eyes!

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“Icicle” Town

Winter-like names are abundant in and around Leavenworth, a Bavarian-inspired town in central Washington state. Icicle Creek and Icicle Ridge lie south of the town, which itself grew from a settlement known as Icicle Flats.

The creek, ridge, and town of Leavenworth are visible in this image, acquired by the OLI (Operational Land Imager) on Landsat 8 on October 28, 2023. Snow already capped the ridge and nearby peaks, while green vegetation remained visible at lower elevations in the valley. By December, additional snowfall transformed Leavenworth’s landscape. On average, the town can see more than an inch of snow per day during the winter months. The blanket of white forms a wintery backdrop for the town’s “village of lights” and other holiday festivities ongoing through most of December.

The image also shows several of the icicle-named features. Icicle Creek begins as an outlet of Josephine Lake (northwest of this image), just east of the crest of the North Cascades. From there, it flows south-southeast through a narrow glacier-carved valley, bordered to the north by Icicle Ridge. It then turns northward and meanders across the widening valley floor as it nears Leavenworth and the Wenatchee River. Piles of boulders and mounded debris created during the last ice age dot the valley. These “moraines” are evidence of Icicle Glacier, which scoured the ground here more than 15,000 years ago.

Icicle, however, is a relatively recent naming convention unrelated to the spears of frozen water associated with winter. According to a 1943 study of place names in the U.S. Northwest, Icicle Creek was a misinterpretation of the similar-sounding Indigenous American word “nasikelt,” meaning narrow-bottom canyon or gorge. Icicle began showing up on U.S. Geological Survey maps in the early 1900s.

The confluence of the creek and the Wenatchee River provided fertile hunting and fishing grounds for Indigenous peoples for centuries. Non-native settlers arrived during the gold rush of the 1860s, fueling the development of Icicle Flats, a small community just south of the Wenatchee River. After the Great Northern Railway was built in 1892, Leavenworth was established on the river’s north side and grew as a sawmill and lumber hub until the train was rerouted in 1929. The town launched a revitalization effort centered on a Bavarian theme in the 1960s to encourage tourism.

NASA Earth Observatory image by Lauren Dauphin, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Kathryn Hansen.

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Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne

CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT DOES NOT SUCCEED IN MAKING ANYBODY LISTEN TO REASON

The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the most formidable difficulties in laying the road, and that the government granted a subsidy of forty-eight thousand dollars per mile, instead of sixteen thousand allowed for the work done on the plains. But the engineers, instead of violating nature, avoided its difficulties by winding around, instead of penetrating the rocks. One tunnel only, fourteen thousand feet in length, was pierced in order to arrive at the great basin.

The track up to this time had reached its highest elevation at the Great Salt Lake. From this point it described a long curve, descending towards Bitter Creek Valley, to rise again to the dividing ridge of the waters between the Atlantic and the Pacific. There were many creeks in this mountainous region, and it was necessary to cross Muddy Creek, Green Creek, and others, upon culverts.

Passepartout grew more and more impatient as they went on, while Fix longed to get out of this difficult region, and was more anxious than Phileas Fogg himself to be beyond the danger of delays and accidents, and set foot on English soil.

At ten o’clock at night the train stopped at Fort Bridger station, and twenty minutes later entered Wyoming Territory, following the valley of Bitter Creek throughout. The next day, 7th December, they stopped for a quarter of an hour at Green River station. Snow had fallen abundantly during the night, but, being mixed with rain, it had half melted, and did not interrupt their progress. The bad weather, however, annoyed Passepartout; for the accumulation of snow, by blocking the wheels of the cars, would certainly have been fatal to Mr. Fogg’s tour.

“What an idea!” he said to himself. “Why did my master make this journey in winter? Couldn’t he have waited for the good season to increase his chances?”

While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the state of the sky and the depression of the temperature, Aouda was experiencing fears from a totally different cause.

Several passengers had got off at Green River, and were walking up and down the platforms; and among these Aouda recognised Colonel Stamp Proctor, the same who had so grossly insulted Phileas Fogg at the San Francisco meeting. Not wishing to be recognised, the young woman drew back from the window, feeling much alarm at her discovery. She was attached to the man who, however coldly, gave her daily evidences of the most absolute devotion. She did not comprehend, perhaps, the depth of the sentiment with which her protector inspired her, which she called gratitude, but which, though she was unconscious of it, was really more than that. Her heart sank within her when she recognised the man whom Mr. Fogg desired, sooner or later, to call to account for his conduct. Chance alone, it was clear, had brought Colonel Proctor on this train; but there he was, and it was necessary, at all hazards, that Phileas Fogg should not perceive his adversary.

Aouda seized a moment when Mr. Fogg was asleep to tell Fix and Passepartout whom she had seen.

“That Proctor on this train!” cried Fix. “Well, reassure yourself, madam; before he settles with Mr. Fogg; he has got to deal with me! It seems to me that I was the more insulted of the two.”

“And, besides,” added Passepartout, “I’ll take charge of him, colonel as he is.”

“Mr. Fix,” resumed Aouda, “Mr. Fogg will allow no one to avenge him. He said that he would come back to America to find this man. Should he perceive Colonel Proctor, we could not prevent a collision which might have terrible results. He must not see him.”

“You are right, madam,” replied Fix; “a meeting between them might ruin all. Whether he were victorious or beaten, Mr. Fogg would be delayed, and—”

“And,” added Passepartout, “that would play the game of the gentlemen of the Reform Club. In four days we shall be in New York. Well, if my master does not leave this car during those four days, we may hope that chance will not bring him face to face with this confounded American. We must, if possible, prevent his stirring out of it.”

The conversation dropped. Mr. Fogg had just woke up, and was looking out of the window. Soon after Passepartout, without being heard by his master or Aouda, whispered to the detective, “Would you really fight for him?”

“I would do anything,” replied Fix, in a tone which betrayed determined will, “to get him back living to Europe!”

Passepartout felt something like a shudder shoot through his frame, but his confidence in his master remained unbroken.

Was there any means of detaining Mr. Fogg in the car, to avoid a meeting between him and the colonel? It ought not to be a difficult task, since that gentleman was naturally sedentary and little curious. The detective, at least, seemed to have found a way; for, after a few moments, he said to Mr. Fogg, “These are long and slow hours, sir, that we are passing on the railway.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Fogg; “but they pass.”

“You were in the habit of playing whist,” resumed Fix, “on the steamers.”

“Yes; but it would be difficult to do so here. I have neither cards nor partners.”

“Oh, but we can easily buy some cards, for they are sold on all the American trains. And as for partners, if madam plays—”

“Certainly, sir,” Aouda quickly replied; “I understand whist. It is part of an English education.”

“I myself have some pretensions to playing a good game. Well, here are three of us, and a dummy—”

“As you please, sir,” replied Phileas Fogg, heartily glad to resume his favourite pastime even on the railway.

Passepartout was dispatched in search of the steward, and soon returned with two packs of cards, some pins, counters, and a shelf covered with cloth.

The game commenced. Aouda understood whist sufficiently well, and even received some compliments on her playing from Mr. Fogg. As for the detective, he was simply an adept, and worthy of being matched against his present opponent.

“Now,” thought Passepartout, “we’ve got him. He won’t budge.”

At eleven in the morning the train had reached the dividing ridge of the waters at Bridger Pass, seven thousand five hundred and twenty-four feet above the level of the sea, one of the highest points attained by the track in crossing the Rocky Mountains. After going about two hundred miles, the travellers at last found themselves on one of those vast plains which extend to the Atlantic, and which nature has made so propitious for laying the iron road.

On the declivity of the Atlantic basin the first streams, branches of the North Platte River, already appeared. The whole northern and eastern horizon was bounded by the immense semi-circular curtain which is formed by the southern portion of the Rocky Mountains, the highest being Laramie Peak. Between this and the railway extended vast plains, plentifully irrigated. On the right rose the lower spurs of the mountainous mass which extends southward to the sources of the Arkansas River, one of the great tributaries of the Missouri.

At half-past twelve the travellers caught sight for an instant of Fort Halleck, which commands that section; and in a few more hours the Rocky Mountains were crossed. There was reason to hope, then, that no accident would mark the journey through this difficult country. The snow had ceased falling, and the air became crisp and cold. Large birds, frightened by the locomotive, rose and flew off in the distance. No wild beast appeared on the plain. It was a desert in its vast nakedness.

After a comfortable breakfast, served in the car, Mr. Fogg and his partners had just resumed whist, when a violent whistling was heard, and the train stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, but saw nothing to cause the delay; no station was in view.

Aouda and Fix feared that Mr. Fogg might take it into his head to get out; but that gentleman contented himself with saying to his servant, “See what is the matter.”

Passepartout rushed out of the car. Thirty or forty passengers had already descended, amongst them Colonel Stamp Proctor.

The train had stopped before a red signal which blocked the way. The engineer and conductor were talking excitedly with a signal-man, whom the station-master at Medicine Bow, the next stopping place, had sent on before. The passengers drew around and took part in the discussion, in which Colonel Proctor, with his insolent manner, was conspicuous.

Passepartout, joining the group, heard the signal-man say, “No! you can’t pass. The bridge at Medicine Bow is shaky, and would not bear the weight of the train.”

This was a suspension-bridge thrown over some rapids, about a mile from the place where they now were. According to the signal-man, it was in a ruinous condition, several of the iron wires being broken; and it was impossible to risk the passage. He did not in any way exaggerate the condition of the bridge. It may be taken for granted that, rash as the Americans usually are, when they are prudent there is good reason for it.

Passepartout, not daring to apprise his master of what he heard, listened with set teeth, immovable as a statue.

“Hum!” cried Colonel Proctor; “but we are not going to stay here, I imagine, and take root in the snow?”

“Colonel,” replied the conductor, “we have telegraphed to Omaha for a train, but it is not likely that it will reach Medicine Bow in less than six hours.”

“Six hours!” cried Passepartout.

“Certainly,” returned the conductor, “besides, it will take us as long as that to reach Medicine Bow on foot.”

“But it is only a mile from here,” said one of the passengers.

“Yes, but it’s on the other side of the river.”

“And can’t we cross that in a boat?” asked the colonel.

“That’s impossible. The creek is swelled by the rains. It is a rapid, and we shall have to make a circuit of ten miles to the north to find a ford.”

The colonel launched a volley of oaths, denouncing the railway company and the conductor; and Passepartout, who was furious, was not disinclined to make common cause with him. Here was an obstacle, indeed, which all his master’s banknotes could not remove.

There was a general disappointment among the passengers, who, without reckoning the delay, saw themselves compelled to trudge fifteen miles over a plain covered with snow. They grumbled and protested, and would certainly have thus attracted Phileas Fogg’s attention if he had not been completely absorbed in his game.

Passepartout found that he could not avoid telling his master what had occurred, and, with hanging head, he was turning towards the car, when the engineer, a true Yankee, named Forster called out, “Gentlemen, perhaps there is a way, after all, to get over.”

“On the bridge?” asked a passenger.

“On the bridge.”

“With our train?”

“With our train.”

Passepartout stopped short, and eagerly listened to the engineer.

“But the bridge is unsafe,” urged the conductor.

“No matter,” replied Forster; “I think that by putting on the very highest speed we might have a chance of getting over.”

“The devil!” muttered Passepartout.

But a number of the passengers were at once attracted by the engineer’s proposal, and Colonel Proctor was especially delighted, and found the plan a very feasible one. He told stories about engineers leaping their trains over rivers without bridges, by putting on full steam; and many of those present avowed themselves of the engineer’s mind.

“We have fifty chances out of a hundred of getting over,” said one.

“Eighty! ninety!”

Passepartout was astounded, and, though ready to attempt anything to get over Medicine Creek, thought the experiment proposed a little too American. “Besides,” thought he, “there’s a still more simple way, and it does not even occur to any of these people! Sir,” said he aloud to one of the passengers, “the engineer’s plan seems to me a little dangerous, but—”

“Eighty chances!” replied the passenger, turning his back on him.

“I know it,” said Passepartout, turning to another passenger, “but a simple idea—”

“Ideas are no use,” returned the American, shrugging his shoulders, “as the engineer assures us that we can pass.”

“Doubtless,” urged Passepartout, “we can pass, but perhaps it would be more prudent—”

“What! Prudent!” cried Colonel Proctor, whom this word seemed to excite prodigiously. “At full speed, don’t you see, at full speed!”

“I know—I see,” repeated Passepartout; “but it would be, if not more prudent, since that word displeases you, at least more natural—”

“Who! What! What’s the matter with this fellow?” cried several.

The poor fellow did not know to whom to address himself.

“Are you afraid?” asked Colonel Proctor.

“I afraid? Very well; I will show these people that a Frenchman can be as American as they!”

“All aboard!” cried the conductor.

“Yes, all aboard!” repeated Passepartout, and immediately. “But they can’t prevent me from thinking that it would be more natural for us to cross the bridge on foot, and let the train come after!”

But no one heard this sage reflection, nor would anyone have acknowledged its justice. The passengers resumed their places in the cars. Passepartout took his seat without telling what had passed. The whist-players were quite absorbed in their game.

The locomotive whistled vigorously; the engineer, reversing the steam, backed the train for nearly a mile—retiring, like a jumper, in order to take a longer leap. Then, with another whistle, he began to move forward; the train increased its speed, and soon its rapidity became frightful; a prolonged screech issued from the locomotive; the piston worked up and down twenty strokes to the second. They perceived that the whole train, rushing on at the rate of a hundred miles an hour, hardly bore upon the rails at all.

And they passed over! It was like a flash. No one saw the bridge. The train leaped, so to speak, from one bank to the other, and the engineer could not stop it until it had gone five miles beyond the station. But scarcely had the train passed the river, when the bridge, completely ruined, fell with a crash into the rapids of Medicine Bow.

CHAPTER XXIX. IN WHICH CERTAIN INCIDENTS ARE NARRATED WHICH ARE ONLY TO BE MET WITH ON AMERICAN RAILROADS

The train pursued its course, that evening, without interruption, passing Fort Saunders, crossing Cheyne Pass, and reaching Evans Pass. The road here attained the highest elevation of the journey, eight thousand and ninety-two feet above the level of the sea. The travellers had now only to descend to the Atlantic by limitless plains, levelled by nature. A branch of the “grand trunk” led off southward to Denver, the capital of Colorado. The country round about is rich in gold and silver, and more than fifty thousand inhabitants are already settled there.

Thirteen hundred and eighty-two miles had been passed over from San Francisco, in three days and three nights; four days and nights more would probably bring them to New York. Phileas Fogg was not as yet behind-hand.

During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the left; Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel with the road, marking the boundary between the territories of Wyoming and Colorado. They entered Nebraska at eleven, passed near Sedgwick, and touched at Julesburg, on the southern branch of the Platte River.

It was here that the Union Pacific Railroad was inaugurated on the 23rd of October, 1867, by the chief engineer, General Dodge. Two powerful locomotives, carrying nine cars of invited guests, amongst whom was Thomas C. Durant, vice-president of the road, stopped at this point; cheers were given, the Sioux and Pawnees performed an imitation Indian battle, fireworks were let off, and the first number of the Railway Pioneer was printed by a press brought on the train. Thus was celebrated the inauguration of this great railroad, a mighty instrument of progress and civilisation, thrown across the desert, and destined to link together cities and towns which do not yet exist. The whistle of the locomotive, more powerful than Amphion’s lyre, was about to bid them rise from American soil.

Fort McPherson was left behind at eight in the morning, and three hundred and fifty-seven miles had yet to be traversed before reaching Omaha. The road followed the capricious windings of the southern branch of the Platte River, on its left bank. At nine the train stopped at the important town of North Platte, built between the two arms of the river, which rejoin each other around it and form a single artery, a large tributary, whose waters empty into the Missouri a little above Omaha.

The one hundred and first meridian was passed.

Mr. Fogg and his partners had resumed their game; no one—not even the dummy—complained of the length of the trip. Fix had begun by winning several guineas, which he seemed likely to lose; but he showed himself a not less eager whist-player than Mr. Fogg. During the morning, chance distinctly favoured that gentleman. Trumps and honours were showered upon his hands.

Once, having resolved on a bold stroke, he was on the point of playing a spade, when a voice behind him said, “I should play a diamond.”

Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix raised their heads, and beheld Colonel Proctor.

Stamp Proctor and Phileas Fogg recognised each other at once.

“Ah! it’s you, is it, Englishman?” cried the colonel; “it’s you who are going to play a spade!”

“And who plays it,” replied Phileas Fogg coolly, throwing down the ten of spades.

“Well, it pleases me to have it diamonds,” replied Colonel Proctor, in an insolent tone.

He made a movement as if to seize the card which had just been played, adding, “You don’t understand anything about whist.”

“Perhaps I do, as well as another,” said Phileas Fogg, rising.

“You have only to try, son of John Bull,” replied the colonel.

Aouda turned pale, and her blood ran cold. She seized Mr. Fogg’s arm and gently pulled him back. Passepartout was ready to pounce upon the American, who was staring insolently at his opponent. But Fix got up, and, going to Colonel Proctor said, “You forget that it is I with whom you have to deal, sir; for it was I whom you not only insulted, but struck!”

“Mr. Fix,” said Mr. Fogg, “pardon me, but this affair is mine, and mine only. The colonel has again insulted me, by insisting that I should not play a spade, and he shall give me satisfaction for it.”

“When and where you will,” replied the American, “and with whatever weapon you choose.”

Aouda in vain attempted to retain Mr. Fogg; as vainly did the detective endeavour to make the quarrel his. Passepartout wished to throw the colonel out of the window, but a sign from his master checked him. Phileas Fogg left the car, and the American followed him upon the platform. “Sir,” said Mr. Fogg to his adversary, “I am in a great hurry to get back to Europe, and any delay whatever will be greatly to my disadvantage.”

“Well, what’s that to me?” replied Colonel Proctor.

“Sir,” said Mr. Fogg, very politely, “after our meeting at San Francisco, I determined to return to America and find you as soon as I had completed the business which called me to England.”

“Really!”

“Will you appoint a meeting for six months hence?”

“Why not ten years hence?”

“I say six months,” returned Phileas Fogg; “and I shall be at the place of meeting promptly.”

“All this is an evasion,” cried Stamp Proctor. “Now or never!”

“Very good. You are going to New York?”

“No.”

“To Chicago?”

“No.”

“To Omaha?”

“What difference is it to you? Do you know Plum Creek?”

“No,” replied Mr. Fogg.

“It’s the next station. The train will be there in an hour, and will stop there ten minutes. In ten minutes several revolver-shots could be exchanged.”

“Very well,” said Mr. Fogg. “I will stop at Plum Creek.”

“And I guess you’ll stay there too,” added the American insolently.

“Who knows?” replied Mr. Fogg, returning to the car as coolly as usual. He began to reassure Aouda, telling her that blusterers were never to be feared, and begged Fix to be his second at the approaching duel, a request which the detective could not refuse. Mr. Fogg resumed the interrupted game with perfect calmness.

At eleven o’clock the locomotive’s whistle announced that they were approaching Plum Creek station. Mr. Fogg rose, and, followed by Fix, went out upon the platform. Passepartout accompanied him, carrying a pair of revolvers. Aouda remained in the car, as pale as death.

The door of the next car opened, and Colonel Proctor appeared on the platform, attended by a Yankee of his own stamp as his second. But just as the combatants were about to step from the train, the conductor hurried up, and shouted, “You can’t get off, gentlemen!”

“Why not?” asked the colonel.

“We are twenty minutes late, and we shall not stop.”

“But I am going to fight a duel with this gentleman.”

“I am sorry,” said the conductor; “but we shall be off at once. There’s the bell ringing now.”

The train started.

“I’m really very sorry, gentlemen,” said the conductor. “Under any other circumstances I should have been happy to oblige you. But, after all, as you have not had time to fight here, why not fight as we go along?”

“That wouldn’t be convenient, perhaps, for this gentleman,” said the colonel, in a jeering tone.

“It would be perfectly so,” replied Phileas Fogg.

“Well, we are really in America,” thought Passepartout, “and the conductor is a gentleman of the first order!”

So muttering, he followed his master.

The two combatants, their seconds, and the conductor passed through the cars to the rear of the train. The last car was only occupied by a dozen passengers, whom the conductor politely asked if they would not be so kind as to leave it vacant for a few moments, as two gentlemen had an affair of honour to settle. The passengers granted the request with alacrity, and straightway disappeared on the platform.

The car, which was some fifty feet long, was very convenient for their purpose. The adversaries might march on each other in the aisle, and fire at their ease. Never was duel more easily arranged. Mr. Fogg and Colonel Proctor, each provided with two six-barrelled revolvers, entered the car. The seconds, remaining outside, shut them in. They were to begin firing at the first whistle of the locomotive. After an interval of two minutes, what remained of the two gentlemen would be taken from the car.

Nothing could be more simple. Indeed, it was all so simple that Fix and Passepartout felt their hearts beating as if they would crack. They were listening for the whistle agreed upon, when suddenly savage cries resounded in the air, accompanied by reports which certainly did not issue from the car where the duellists were. The reports continued in front and the whole length of the train. Cries of terror proceeded from the interior of the cars.

Colonel Proctor and Mr. Fogg, revolvers in hand, hastily quitted their prison, and rushed forward where the noise was most clamorous. They then perceived that the train was attacked by a band of Sioux.

This was not the first attempt of these daring Indians, for more than once they had waylaid trains on the road. A hundred of them had, according to their habit, jumped upon the steps without stopping the train, with the ease of a clown mounting a horse at full gallop.

The Sioux were armed with guns, from which came the reports, to which the passengers, who were almost all armed, responded by revolver-shots.

The Indians had first mounted the engine, and half stunned the engineer and stoker with blows from their muskets. A Sioux chief, wishing to stop the train, but not knowing how to work the regulator, had opened wide instead of closing the steam-valve, and the locomotive was plunging forward with terrific velocity.

The Sioux had at the same time invaded the cars, skipping like enraged monkeys over the roofs, thrusting open the doors, and fighting hand to hand with the passengers. Penetrating the baggage-car, they pillaged it, throwing the trunks out of the train. The cries and shots were constant. The travellers defended themselves bravely; some of the cars were barricaded, and sustained a siege, like moving forts, carried along at a speed of a hundred miles an hour.

Aouda behaved courageously from the first. She defended herself like a true heroine with a revolver, which she shot through the broken windows whenever a savage made his appearance. Twenty Sioux had fallen mortally wounded to the ground, and the wheels crushed those who fell upon the rails as if they had been worms. Several passengers, shot or stunned, lay on the seats.

It was necessary to put an end to the struggle, which had lasted for ten minutes, and which would result in the triumph of the Sioux if the train was not stopped. Fort Kearney station, where there was a garrison, was only two miles distant; but, that once passed, the Sioux would be masters of the train between Fort Kearney and the station beyond.

The conductor was fighting beside Mr. Fogg, when he was shot and fell. At the same moment he cried, “Unless the train is stopped in five minutes, we are lost!”

“It shall be stopped,” said Phileas Fogg, preparing to rush from the car.

“Stay, monsieur,” cried Passepartout; “I will go.”

Mr. Fogg had not time to stop the brave fellow, who, opening a door unperceived by the Indians, succeeded in slipping under the car; and while the struggle continued and the balls whizzed across each other over his head, he made use of his old acrobatic experience, and with amazing agility worked his way under the cars, holding on to the chains, aiding himself by the brakes and edges of the sashes, creeping from one car to another with marvellous skill, and thus gaining the forward end of the train.

There, suspended by one hand between the baggage-car and the tender, with the other he loosened the safety chains; but, owing to the traction, he would never have succeeded in unscrewing the yoking-bar, had not a violent concussion jolted this bar out. The train, now detached from the engine, remained a little behind, whilst the locomotive rushed forward with increased speed.

Carried on by the force already acquired, the train still moved for several minutes; but the brakes were worked and at last they stopped, less than a hundred feet from Kearney station.

The soldiers of the fort, attracted by the shots, hurried up; the Sioux had not expected them, and decamped in a body before the train entirely stopped.

But when the passengers counted each other on the station platform several were found missing; among others the courageous Frenchman, whose devotion had just saved them.

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