Hurricane Hilary, Whitewater River and the Whitewater Preserve
The section of the PCT between the San Jacinto and the San Bernardino mountain ranges was, for me, one of the more challenging sections of the trail. Certainly not the most pristine (it includes the I-10 undercrossing, greater Cabazon, and massive wind farms) and often stark, incredibly hot, and barren until you are well up Mission Creek. The broad flood plain of the Whitewater River normally carries a modest flow from snowmelt in the San Bernardino Mountains. However, late in August 2023, Hurricane Hilary dumped an extraordinary amount of rain in the Whitewater River drainage turning the normal August trickle into a raging torrent:
Among the casualties was the PCT in that area and the wonderful oasis not far off the trail, the Whitewater Preserve. The Preserve just re-opened on December 11 and the PCT remains seriously impacted. Reports are incomplete but the most significant impacts to travel are in the upper portion of North Fork Mission Creek (~mile 235-239), an area managed by San Bernardino National Forest in Sand to Snow National Monument.
In the next post, we will cover the Whitewater Preserve in a little more detail and share some photos taken during better times.
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And now finishing off the C monsters is a gud boi cyclops!
Official lore plays up them keeping animals because they just wanna eat them cause they evul but I think sweet farmer cyclopses that just love farming and care for their animals is much nicer.
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Looking through your Ao3 bookmarks and seeing that little “This has been deleted, sorry!” is like finding a gravestone, but the writing’s too worn down to read what it was standing for anymore.
What were you, Bookmark #336... What stories did you tell? Which words were it that once left a mark on my soul?
*touches my laptop screen like it’s text from an ancient ruin*
Cowabummer.
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thinking about an emergency c-section for one of your kids, and satoru is absolutely a wreck, already had been dozing off at the hospital after you were admitted for labor since “his” baby was taking their sweet time to come — as you put it. and he had taken up residence on the cot beside you, having just laid down, only to find a nurse doing a nightly check on you.
it happens slowly. the medical staff multiply one by one, until there’s a dozen of them, including one nurse on top of you with her hand keeping your baby’s umbilical cord from being wrapped around the baby.
and they don’t let him come in as they wheel you to the operating room, leaving him to pace alone, wondering if he would see your baby or you again. and realizing he didn’t even get a chance to tell you he loved you.
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TOM RIDDLE HEADCANONS: PREGNANT S/O
A/N: For you, dear anon, bc I did actually enjoy that message. <3
This man would hear you throw up and ask if you were okay before going back to what he was doing, he is not going to listen to you get sick. It grosses him out (💀).
Once the migraines hit for the first time and you’re laying in bed unable to even open your eyes, he tries to comfort you for once by rubbing your arm and asking if you need anything, but you just snap at him to not touch before yanking your arm away.
Safe to say he’s not comforting you again unless you seek him out first.
The only time he genuinely worries for your health is the one time you’re eating dinner and your blood pressure suddenly drops and you almost pass out.
This man is picking you up bridal style and rushing you to the hospital, convinced you’re in mortal danger.
You’re not though, and he almost loses his mind when the healer says it’s not a big deal. It ends with Tom nearly being escorted off the premises when he indirectly threatens the healers life.
Second guesses what he says to you bc he’s worried that you would either physically fight him or break down in hysterics— both of which he wants to avoid.
Tom’s least favorite part of your pregnancy is the mild insomnia.
You’re lucky he cares for you or else he would have hexed you for waking him up at 2AM to keep you company while you eat cereal and talk about work gossip.
Tries to help when/where he can.
I.e. buys you extra pillows for when your hips begin to ache, gives you ginger candies when you’re hit with nausea, avoids eating foods you have a sudden aversion to, etc.
Imagine immediately after you give birth though?
Tom may not be the best with children, but he can see you’re clearly exhausted and out of it, so he takes over caring for the baby so that you can rest.
Helping you walk to and from the bathroom, and scolds you when you tell him you don’t need his help.
Helps you take your first shower after giving birth because he wants you to be comfortable and knew you wouldn’t want the nurses to do it.
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tw: breastfeeding, bad pregnancies n supportive bakugou cries
“what’re you doin’ down here?”
it’s the middle of the night; probably nearer to three in the morning when you catch your husband’s gruff voice before you see him emerge into the kitchen; the sharp edge of his handsomely matured jawline illuminated by the silver moonlight. smiling as he rubs sleep from his ruby encrusted eyes— you hold up a baby bottle mina had gifted you from the baby shower, filled with breast milk as you set a timer up on the warmer.
“your son was hungry again,” you hum, placing the bottle back into the warmer, smiling as warm and familiar arms wrap around your waist and calloused fingers trace the c-section scar. “he wouldn’t latch so i figured we’d try a bottle tonight.”
bakugou makes a noise of disapproval in his throat, squeezing you close to his chest as if to cushion you— protect you. “y’shoulda come ‘n got me, need all the rest you can get feedin’ a hungry tike like that all day,” he rasps into the shell of your ear, swaying your bodies to the quiet tick of the one minute timer on your baby bottle warmer. “we agreed t’split feeding, r’member?”
your husband is warm, like a comforting hug or the safest place to be in the world— and if you’re not careful, you might fall asleep standing up. “i didn’t know you were awake kats, besides you just came back from a long mission and—“
“firstly.. had to put the little princess back t’bed, she wanted to know how her parents met.” bakugou grunts, spinning you softly in his arms— fingers brushing over your wedding ring, his forehead practically plastered to yours. “secondly, none of that, we’re a fuckin’ team, we do this shit together,”
maybe it’s the left over hormones tingling through your body; the exhaustion of being a mother to two of the country’s most adored children and the wife of a top pro hero… but you feel yourself curl in on katsuki, feel your body flood with relief knowing that you can always count on him no matter what you both go through.
the timer on the bottle warmer ticks with the indication that your son’s late night meal is ready— and before you can reach for it, bakugou has your eyes on his once again. tired with age and becoming new parents for the second time, the stress of your son’s difficult pregnancy and labour evident in the crease between his brows despite you both being closer to the start of your careers than retiring, but masked by the love in his eyes.
he picks it up, kissing your forehead as he goes— guiding you back up to the first floor of the home you built together, where you part ways at the landing. bakugou to the nursery and you back to the comfort of your bed.
“get some rest,” katsuki tells you, sleepy but warmly. “don’ wait up for me, kay?”
you know that your hungry four month old son is in good hands, that your three year old daughter is sleeping safe and soundly— but something in your heart tells you that you can’t truly rest until the last bakugou is tucked into your arms tonight.
“no promises,” you say wistfully, grateful to your husband and your children— counting your blessings too.
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