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Clouds (No. 925)
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Pinion Ridge Rest Area, UT (seven pics)
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LEVEL HORIZON; YEAR THREE 3/9; Staggering Convolution
Chapter 20!
As soon as there is love, there is danger. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Do you see it, Daichi?” The thrush asks softly with a pained lilt that catches Kuroo Tetsurou’s attention.
Suga is watching the avian heir and two redheads with an almost mournful expression. Specifically, he watches the girl as Hinata shows which ridges in his back are which bones using an unusually patient Kageyama’s wings. The girl almost reverently touches the crow setters long, sleek flight feathers, but Kuroo can’t tell what has the thrush so fixated.
“I can.” Tanaka says darkly. Daichi nods slightly and Kuroo frowns.
“What are you guys seeing?” The thrush turns to him apologetically, having not realized he and Kenma wouldn’t follow.
“Almost all avian species have the same number of main flight feathers or ‘primaries’. These are controlled by the small distal bones at the ends of the wing and are crucial for flight. The secondaries run along the next long bone and can vary widely between species, but the number of primaries is usually the same with little deviance.” He says with a slight edge and Kuroo cocks a brow.
“So what’s wrong with her ‘primaries’?” He prompts.
“She’s missing a few. Ordinarily, you could assume that she’s just lost them and waiting for them to grow back in. But you don’t see any holes in the lines of feathers and she’s missing the same number on both wings.” He says quietly, a shadowy frown creasing his features. But Kuroo is still not getting what he’s trying to explain.
“Meaning?” He prods.
“She’s been pinioned.” Tanaka growls, his scowl approaching a level that indicates he’s legitimately ticked. Kuroo wants to huff.
The mini redhead isn’t the only one speaking another language here.
“Not following the avian lingo. In ignorant cat terms please.” Kuroo says with a sigh.
“She’s been clipped. And not just had her feathers hacked or pulled. Someone removed the distal bone in her wings. Remove a foundational part of the wing, the feathers don’t grow either. It’s called pinioning and it’s done with the express purpose of preventing flight. Whoever did it was experienced, because she still has a majority of them and it’s only noticeable if you’re paying attention.” Daichi answers in a level voice and Kenma’s eyes flash beside him.
“She can’t fly?”
“She can probably manage a haphazard fall— enough to slow the descent for a rough landing, but actually leave the ground without using a cliff? Unlikely. She can’t generate the thrust it takes to do it without those missing feathers.” Tanaka mutters.
“You mean, she’s grounded, too?” He asks incredulously. Suga’s disquieted expression lands on him squarely.
“It might be even worse than that. Depending on when that was done, Natsu may have never flown before or at least has no memory of it… and she has no leveler to fix it.”
Kuroo’s brow furrows in disquiet, a frown darkening his face. Finding the shrimp’s kid sister is a complication, but a workable one. Finding her grounded in such a flighty state in this particular area, however, makes him uneasy.
Bringing the others into territory where fewer sentries patrolled had been a calculated risk that he was well aware of, but with the appearance of the smaller redhead, he has a gut feeling the stakes have just gotten much higher. Hinata and probably the rest of the former sentries will likely balk at leaving her behind; he can sympathize, but bringing her with may be far more difficult— and dangerous— than any of them realize.
If she’s grounded, it’s because someone wanted her movements limited or controlled altogether, and he has a hunch on that one, too. It’s been years since he’d called on old contacts… but this development makes him rapidly reconsider and sift through his memory to see who might be close by, because he’s going to need information.
“Kenma!” The redhead calls, drawing his attention.
He glances at the golden cat, his gaze still momentarily distracted by the bright red wire between them even though it’s been months since their bonding. He can still barely believe the small golden cat is really his. Kenma looks over to where Hinata waves at him, his sister cowering behind him with wide eyes, and Kageyama watching with the shadow of a smirk.
“Shouyou?” His leveler asks.
“She’s curious about cats. Can you come over here?” Kuroo’s brow arches in skepticism.
What do they think he is, a circus attraction?
But Kenma glances at him furtively before rising and heading in their direction. Kuroo blinks.
Was that a preemptive scolding?
Six months of being levelers and the small cat already knew when he was gearing up for a zinging rebuke? But then Kuroo remembers who called out to Kenma in the first place.
The golden cat and redheaded shrimp were still thick as thieves, level wire be damned. The crow setter seemed resigned to that reality after having finally made a move himself. It was almost as if he barely noticed anymore, so long as his shrimp always returned to his side. Kenma walks up to the redhead, but one ear stays trained in his direction and Kuroo relaxes. When that ear stopped keeping tabs on him, he supposes that is when he should worry.
Hinata instructs the golden cat to sit and stay still, so Kenma folds himself up on a chair with his hands in his lap and watches Natsu timidly step forward. His tail twitches and she jumps; a smile tips Kuroo’s mouth. The small cat is as curious about Hinata’s sister as she is about him.
“You almost look envious, big guy.” Daichi says with a grin and Kuroo scoffs.
“Hardly. I’m no guinea pig.”
“Good thing. You’re quite a bit more imposing than Kenma. And louder.” Tanaka laughs and the black cat’s brows disappear beneath his unruly hair.
“I’m loud?” He asks with disbelief. Seriously, did the bald crow just tell him that he was loud?
A quiet giggle recaptures his attention and his gaze snaps back to Kenma. The little girl just barely touches an ear, and it reflexively flicks at the sensation. Kuroo scowls. What the crap was this? Kenma’s ears were generally off limits for him let alone everyone else.
“Yo se mou!” She says excitedly and Kenma’s head tilts before he looks to Hinata.
“Um… soft? I think?” He tries and her smile gets bigger.
“Soft!” She repeats. She leans closer inspecting his rounded face and looks back at Hinata.
“Bѐl! Pretty!” She says and her brother laughs.
“Beautiful.” Kageyama supplies quietly and she looks up at him carefully.
“Beuful?” She asks.
“Very pretty. Beautiful.” Kageyama repeats patiently and she mimics him. When he nods in approval, she points to her eyes and looks back at Kenma who watches her inquisitively.
“Beautiful!” She says to him and Kenma breaks into a small smile.
Kuroo cracks one, too. He has to agree; Kenma’s amber eyes are some of the most beautiful he’s ever seen. The golden cat slowly raises a hand and points to her hair.
“Bѐl.” He says and her eyes light up just like Hinata’s when he’s ecstatic about something totally pointless.
“Bѐl!” She repeats and bursts into laughter.
“Skies. She’s literally just like Hinata.” Suga says softly.
“If the language barrier weren’t there, you would hardly know they were different people.” Daichi says.
“Can you imagine what it would have been like if they were both raised in the rookery?” Tanaka asks and Daichi’s face twists wryly.
“They’d have lived with Noya. Either the rookery itself would have been in shambles from all the pranks or they’d both’ve been banned.”
“Indeed. I’m concerned where she spent that time instead.” Kuroo says.
“She said she’s been here.”
“Yes, that’s what concerns me. This area is a little rough. There are a lot of questionable people around and the fact that she’s grounded makes me think she’s caught up with them.”
“Seriously?”
“Mm. If she’s in the wrong circle, I doubt they will let her go without a fight. She probably won’t willingly divulge much, but we need more information.”
“So what do we do?”
“I’m going to track down a couple people I used to know, see if I can’t get some intel. In the meantime, I think we should let things play out as if they’re normal.”
“You’re sure?”
“If she’s under the control of who I think she might be, we will need all the background we can get.” Daichi reluctantly nods even though Tanaka looks ready to protest. He bites his tongue when the thrush’s mouth firms into a resolved line.
“Ok.”
Kuroo isn’t surprised when he meets resistance from the shrimp later when the girl departs for the evening.
“We’re just going to let her go?” He asks when she’s almost out of sight.
“Yep.” Kuroo says flatly; he’s tired of pushing this point and he has people to find.
“You can’t be serious.” He says before turning to Daichi. “Natsu’s my sister.”
“We know that Hinata,” the thrush says pacifistically, “she’s so much like you, it’s uncanny.”
“Do you know she’s pinioned?” He asks harshly and Daichi places a hand on his shoulder.
“We do. But something like that didn’t happen yesterday. She’s been grounded for some time.”
“How would you know, Daichi? You’ve never been.” He says with childish spite, his backlash unusual. It’s a good indicator that the redhead has found something he will fight for without question and Kuroo’s scowl darkens just a little more.
“Hinata… she doesn’t move like you. She moves more like Kuroo and Kenma. I don’t think she even knows how to fly.” Suga says and Daichi lets out a sigh.
“She’s been here the last seven centuries, Hinata. She will be fine another night. Besides, we should feel the situation out; we have no idea what she’s been through or if she even wants to leave.” He murmurs. Hinata frowns and opens his mouth once more but Tanaka beats him to it.
“It’s probably a good idea to know who we might be pissing off if we just up and ‘abduct’ her. We should hold off until we know more.” The bald crow says with a scowl, obviously unhappy with the choice as well. Decidedly outnumbered, the shrimp sinks into a sulk, but Kuroo could care less.
He’d wanted to split the group earlier, but Natsu’s arrival poses a pressingly irritating dilemma at the worst of times. They are supposed to be flying under the radar to the extent of invisibility, and evading rookery capture. Now they have to somehow extract another grounded avian, a child no less, from this place and from potentially dangerous people without making waves that will attract sentry attention. Depending on who has her, that could be easy… or impossible. Kuroo sighs.
They will have to postpone splitting up until they get this figured out. For now, he has information to track down.
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The little girl doesn’t show up the next day, much to Hinata’s extreme anxiety… and to be honest, it’s made Kuroo uneasy, too. Even more so that evening after he’s met with a couple old contacts that speak with him at length about the criminal underbelly in the area.
Kuroo wants to kick himself for not having researched ahead of time; he’d never have brought the others here. Not that they’d had the time to research, but that’s beside the point. But… they’d have never found Natsu if he hadn’t.
Ugh, this couldn’t get any more fucked, he mentally grumbles, because the dilemma has become a perilous problem.
They are smack in the middle of one of the biggest snake trafficking networks in the land and a few kilometers outside the little town is a pivotal trading nest. He’s willing to bet his freaking tail that Natsu is under the control of one of them. What’s more, he’s nearly positive that none of his companions aside from Kenma have any experience with snakes. They are arguably as great a threat as a pile of sentries bearing down on them.
And when he’s met up with another one of his old acquaintances the following morning, his misgiving only deepens. They are all telling him the same thing: the nest they are sitting on top of is one of the most concentrated populations of snakes for leagues around— one of the largest in the country, and most captives from inland travel through it on their way to the coast. It makes him wonder whether they are being monitored— if not and Natsu returns, they surely will be soon.
The fact that she, as one of their captives, is allowed to enter town alone is also strange. In his experience, snakes didn’t allow their captives out and about unsupervised. If yesterday was the second time she’s shown up like Tanaka says, it sets his hair on edge, because it almost seems like she is being dangled before them as bait. Have they really been watched since they got here? If that’s the case, things are rapidly getting very dangerous.
Or, more sinister yet, perhaps she’s fully inducted into their criminal ring and acts as an informational conduit, scoping out potential opportunities or targets. Her youth and dual language skills could be used to swiftly endear herself to a target, get close enough, and then be able to eavesdrop over pertinent information under the guise of not understanding the common crow lexicon. It won’t work as well with them because Hinata can understand some of her foreign babble, but the fact that she’s his sister presents an entirely different opportunity to evaluate them as a target; family ties will make it that much easier for her to earn their trust and confidence.
If she is one of their tools, she’s an exceptional actress and he’d never questioned her appearance as more than a lucky break before finding out about the veritable snake hotbed they’ve landed in. Kuroo doesn’t want to think she’s capable of that at her age, wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, but years of experience with snakes and an unhealthy drive to protect what he cares about won’t let him drop his suspicion and rule it out.
He doesn’t mention any of that to Hinata, though.
The shrimp is already agitated and ready to go looking for her, he has no desire to set him off on a poorly planned impulse based entirely on ancient irrational emotions. And if the redhead takes off, the rest of them will follow, Kenma notwithstanding, which means he will, too, no matter how idiotic and suicidal that impulse the grounded kid gets. Kuroo scowls. For whatever reason that he can’t imagine, the redhead is a key component that binds their entire group together, and they would all follow him over a proverbial cliff if he got it in his head to do something so stupid, and the black cat would be stuck trying to mitigate the resulting damage.
When Natsu finally materializes again that second day around midafternoon, he breathes a sigh of relief, having felt like he’s dodged that bullet for the moment. Her reappearance also gives him the opportunity to evaluate her actions and demeanor for authenticity, and his initial impression that she wasn’t acting is reinforced.
She tags along through the market, staying close to the young level pair and Tanaka, even occasionally chattering shyly to Kuroo’s golden leveler despite how she steers clear of himself. Her eyes light up when she is able to clearly communicate with her brother, and her face smooths into cautious respect around Feathers. She watches Suga and Daichi with curiosity and Kenma with mild awe, and she hangs by Tanaka at complete ease and without fear.
She is comfortable enough with the offbeat bald crow that when he stops back in at the glass maker’s place to pick up a small pin with a mitsudomoe insignia, she even tells him in her broken crow dialect that no girl would like it. Tanaka grins at her crookedly, the feral look that is half grimace and half insane lunacy, and she merely watches him with a nonplussed expression when he wryly tells her that she’s never met his sister.
She runs through such a wide range of emotions so fluently just like Hinata, that Kuroo is positive there’s no way she could possibly fake them all so perfectly. The black cat’s gaze darkens minutely. So if she isn’t acting, then what is going on?
His mind immediately concludes that she’s bait, set to lure them in for capture. Why else would the snakes allow one of their captives out unsupervised in the nearby town?
When she bids them goodbye that day again with Hinata still on edge but more willing to release her this time, the black cat’s hackles rise at every sound. He half expects to have a sack wrenched over his head every time they round a corner, is waiting for a knife to find his gut and spill his intestines, is subconsciously planning the most efficient method of retaliation, his limbs quivering with nervous tension.
Kenma glances at him sideways more than once, but nothing happens.
When Natsu shows up again the next day, he can’t make sense of it and as soon as she leaves a few hours later, immediately puts out a raven to the one person he’d sworn he’d never reach out to again.
This particular source often wanted far too much in exchange for the information he could provide, but Kuroo is at a loss. Despite the jerk having tried to kill him the last time they saw each other, the black cat knows no one else with as solid connections. It was precisely that run in that had forced him to pull back and work more from the shadows at eradicating the snake network.
Sending that bastard a raven is as much a gamble as rushing a snake nest blind. For all Kuroo knows, he’ll still be pissed enough that he’ll tip off the snakes to their location… but they need counsel before attempting anything. The black cat is banking like hell that a few centuries will have been enough for him to have cooled off.
Natsu periodically comes back to talk to them the next few days, even building up enough courage to approach him at one point. The little girl has lost her fear of Kenma and the others and she follows his golden leveler around as often as she does Hinata and Kageyama or Tanaka. She even dozes for a few minutes in Sugawara’s lap after a meal.
He’s caught her staring at him more than once and knows it’s probably the cloudy eye. It is quite distracting for pretty much everyone at first and she’s a child, so something unexpected or out of place draws attention that much more. He’s quite used to the stares and initial unease it generates; he has only had one working eye for centuries. It’s one of the few ways she actually differs from her brother.
Kuroo knows the grounded former scout had noticed it off the bat, but aside from a moment’s focus, it never gripped Hinata’s attention in the same way as most everyone else. The redheaded boy had simply accepted it without question and it had never given him pause again. The black cat wonders offhandedly if Hinata has selective vision like some people have selective hearing.
But when he sets down a glass after a long drink only to find Natsu off his shoulder, staring intently at him, he turns to face her fully and she jumps.
“Gonna have to come up with another nickname for you, huh. Shrimp’s already taken and you’re smaller than he is.” He murmurs with a smirk.
She understands most of what they say, but she doesn’t always answer in crow. It’s as if whoever took care of her the last several centuries made sure that she understood crow, not necessarily that she could speak it— like she was trained to understand what was being said to her, but to never give a response.
And there are certain topics she won’t touch. Hinata’s tried more than once to ask about her home and the people she lives with, but she shuts down immediately with a frown and offers nothing. The redheaded girl watches him uneasily and glances to Kenma beside her.
“Don’t worry. He won’t do anything. He won’t get lucky tonight if he does.” His golden leveler says flatly. Kuroo blinks even as he hears one of the crows spit their drink across the table— probably Feathers. Suga clears his throat.
“There are little ears here, Kenma.” He says with mild admonishment and Hinata nods violently.
“Yeah, that’s my sister.” Kuroo huffs in amusement.
“A little small to be dealing threats, aren’t you?” He murmurs, unable to withhold the smirk at his leveler’s not so subtle warning.
The reference seems to go over her head in any case, because she’s back to watching him intently, a hand drifting toward his face. He supposes that even if she had a perfect grasp on crow lexicon, she still might be too young to have understand the vulgar comment.
Her hand pauses and she takes a deep breath, her cheeks puffing. Mental resolve manifesting as a slight frown, she reaches up and brushes the stray locks away from his dark eye. She holds her breath until she takes her hand back, watching him with awe.
“What happen?” The question ignites the memory like a spark to gunpowder.
A heart pounding chase, a knife he didn’t dodge in time, the light permanently disappearing from one side.
“Got attacked by a snake.” He says, his smirk never wavering. But her composure does. She stiffens just a touch, her frown smoothing into a bland expression.
“Snake?” She echoes.
“Mm. He got in a lucky shot.” Her round eyes watch him with rapt attention.
“How you get away?” Kuroo inadvertently glances at Kenma.
Another flashback, this one of his leveler— quiet, apathetic Kenma— leaping at his attacker, all teeth and claws while he’d reeled under shock and the blood that ran from his face. She’s still a kid, so he imagines he should keep this age appropriate.
“I had backup.” He says with a cocky grin.
“Backup?” She echoes, not sure about the term.
Kuroo blinks only to see the flash of the small golden cat tossed to the side, the snake pulling a bloody hand away from his ribs. Kuroo only remembers seeing white before his fists were closing around the snake’s throat, the fact that one eye was dark never even registering. Kuroo hadn’t just throttled the reptile; he’d snapped his neck before the snake had had a chance to react. Heh… definitely not kid friendly stuff.
“Yeah… I wasn’t alone.” Natsu’s almond eyes drop with a slight frown.
“Oh. Um… you do miss it?” She asks softly and Kuroo cocks a brow at her and huffs with amusement, her broken crow getting easier to decipher.
“What, depth perception?” He asks with a grin and she looks up at him with a blank look even if he catches Daichi smirking from the corner of his eye.
“It took me awhile to get used to it,” he says, fixing her with a solid gaze, “but I’ll let you in on a secret. When you lose something critical, other things get stronger to cover the deficit.” Her head tilts, her brows scrunching in confusion. Kuroo points to his dark eye.
“I don’t have two good ones anymore, but my ears got better. It took a while but it doesn’t affect me anymore and I can gauge distances just by listening. My ears are so sharp, I hear everything now, even the quiet sighs of silver stars.” He says with a sly smirk at Sawarmua and Sugawara.
Oh, yes, I’m quite aware of your latest experiments. You might be worlds better at keeping it under wraps than the small rabid cat and the juvenile tall idiot, but I know you sought out Akaashi on knots, too, Daichi.
He laughs internally at how the larger crow’s expression goes blank while the thrush’s face pinks, and the three younger former sentries’ heads snap in their direction.
Oh, you treasured their innocent ignorance? My bad.
Kuroo bites down on a devious chuckle before turning back to Natsu who’s conveniently missed the entire exchange.
“Hinata lost his wings, but he’s far more sure-footed now. Tie up any of the others for a day and none of them will have the same grace and confidence.” He continues blithely, his mind drifting back to the volatile pair he and the others work so hard to protect. “You can lose something precious, but if there is someone there to help you, you can always get through it.”
Gods knew how the avian heir and the redhead had clung to each other as the only safe anchor in a world that had shattered around them, how they still reach for each other even now. He doubts either of them would have made it without the other beside them. He imagines it’s the same for the thrush and Daichi, or the owls or other two cats; he knows that he’d probably have bought it himself long ago if it hadn’t been for Kenma.
Small but round almond eyes watch him with a measure of wonder… and then turn watery.
Kuroo recoils as a tear slips down her cheek, and Kenma instantly places a hand on her back with a very ‘what the flying hairballs did you do, jerk’ glance. It’s the same reaction as Hinata and Tanaka and they instantly move to surround her.
But Kuroo nearly crawls out of his skin when she instead, ignores them and reaches out with a small hand and latches onto his shirt.
“Mwen swete mwen te gen ki.” She whimpers, a hand coming up to rub her eyes and
Kuroo is at a loss; he has no clue what she says. But whatever he said is obviously upsetting her and he awkwardly raises a hand to her head in a bid to comfort her. Crying kids is probably at the bottom of his list of things he knows what to do with… right next to his expertise on flying. But it seems to help and he reaches for Feathers’ glass of milk and holds it out to her.
“Hey, it’s okay, munchkin. Here.” He murmurs, ignoring the avian prince’s affronted scoff. She wipes her face with an arm before looking at the proffered drink for a long moment.
And then Kuroo loses all train of thought as she climbs up into his lap, her flailing wings nearly knocking the glass from his hand. When she gets settled, she reaches for the cup, and Kuroo forfeits it without a fight, completely floored. He finally looks back up at the others feeling more helpless than the days right after losing his eye, and they are all watching him with amused surprise and a sullen frown from Kageyama.
“Eh, don’t drink too fast.” He murmurs self-consciously and he hears Tanaka smother a laugh.
He glances at Kenma for any input he might have on how to help him out here, but the golden cat has a small smile to match the others’. He lets out a light sigh; there will be no help from him. The girl stays glued to his lap through the rest of the meal, eventually falling asleep to the mirth of the bald crow who is enjoying his discomfort far too much.
“Having fun, Cat?” Suga says quietly with a laughing smile.
“She’s all yours, if you want.” He murmurs, but makes no move to pass her off, because for the first time in the last hour, she’s quiet.
“You look like you are getting comfortable. Maybe you want one of your own.” Daichi says with a smirk and Tanaka snorts. The black cat deadpans.
Yeah, yeah. Get your digs in for that remark I made earlier, I got it. He mentally grouses. Rolling his eyes, he turns to Hinata.
“Oi, what did she say before, Shrimp?” He asks. The redhead’s expression falters and his gaze drops to his sleeping sister.
“She… I’m not sure, but I think she said... I think she meant she wishes she had someone like you or us.”
Kuroo’s breath escapes him and his chest tightens.
He finds her sleeping face, his awareness of the child’s dead weight against his arm acutely registering in his head. Her face is slack and mouth open just a bit; he’s sure she’s probably drooling like Hinata does when he sleeps. She’s so small, her little wings folded against her shoulders and he can feel any resolve he has crumbling. The innocent trust she displays just by crashing out around them isn’t lost on him and he can feel the urge to protect kicking in. His gaze meets his golden leveler’s with a tired focus.
If she’s a plant for the snakes, they are so fucked.
Level Pair ; Chapter 1;  Chapter 19; Chapter 21
A/N:  SO... this Kuroo chapter probably wasn't as entertaining as others, but I think it really highlights a lot more of the shifting world around them as well some of Kuroo's more shadowy skills. You get the barest glimpse into his past before Level Pair, get to see how calculating and critical he can be.
So, several people guessed Natsu's native language: Haitian Creole. You guys are too good at this game. XD
Ha, so random story: My SO was gone for two weeks in December, and Nyx sort of went a little off-base. Long story short, Nyx had deep blue hair when he returned. It's faded now, but I still love the blue. I got out of my car today and this kid was like 'mom, that person's hair is weird'... ah the blunt honesty of a child's candor. I proceeded to laugh myself stupid and was like, 'I'm writing a fictional little redhead that is probably just like you'.
Ha. I love kids. I'm never having any. Have a fantastic evening guys! :)
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Fruitland, UT (No. 2)
Fruitland has a busy local store with basic groceries, gas, diesel and a cafe. The last census, in 2016, counted 539 people. Many homes in the area are recreational. Surrounded by Strawberry, Starvation, Red Creek and Current Creek reservoirs Fruitland is popular for fishing and water recreation. The reservoirs freeze in the winter, bringing many ice fishers.
The settlement was originally called Rabbit Gulch, but unscrupulous land developers renamed it Fruitland in 1907, hoping to draw the unwary to buy land that was unsuitable for growing any kind of fruit.
This climatic region is typified by large seasonal temperature differences, with warm to hot (and often humid) summers and cold (sometimes severely cold) winters. According to the Köppen Climate Classification system, Fruitland has a humid continental climate, abbreviated "Dfb" on climate maps.
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Clouds (No. 926)
Dinosaur National Monument, UT (two pics)
Starvation Reservoir, UT (seven pics)
Pinion Ridge Rest Area, UT
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Fruitland, UT (No. 1)
Fruitland is an unincorporated community in western Duchesne County, Utah, United States, on the Uintah and Ouray Indian Reservation.
The community lies along U.S. Route 40, 25 miles west of the city of Duchesne, the county seat of Duchesne County. Its elevation is 6,624 feet (2,019 m). Although Fruitland is unincorporated, it had a post office until 2015. Mail sent to Fruitland's ZIP code of 84027 is delivered to the old post office location by a Post Office Highway Contract worker. There is a public mail box but no other Post Office services. are available.
Fruitland has an active Special Services District, which brings high quality low priced water to local homes and farms. It has several large pump facilities treating and supplying water to the area. Many homes have private wells and others take their water tanks to the SSD fill location.
Fruitland has a busy local store with basic groceries, gas, diesel and a cafe. The last census, in 2016, counted 539 people. Many homes in the area are recreational. Surrounded by Strawberry, Starvation, Red Creek and Current Creek reservoirs Fruitland is popular for fishing and water recreation. The reservoirs freeze in the winter, bringing many ice fishers.
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Pinion Ridge rest area https://www.instagram.com/p/B_YzBkxHuqV/?igshid=zwwgdyilhj73
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