#deertrails

[robertalanclayton]

Deertrail CO, RA Clayton

[rjalker]

one group on Facebook was like, bragging about "setting up hiking trails through the woods!!!!!"

so we went

and they're just fucking lying. Those are not hiking trails. They didn't set up shit. Those are literally just the fucking deertrails that were already there. That the deer created. All they did was put fucking pink ribbons on the trees next to it. They were making it sound like there were actual proper walking paths they'd put in. No. It's literall just a fucking literal deertrail. It's not even a foot wide, there are tree roots everywhere to trip over, they are completely misleading people about what they did.

And they fucking ran all the homeless people who were living in those woods out for this shit. All so they could do literally nothing except tie ribbons to trees. Because instead of fucking helping them they'd rather force them even further away from everyone else D:<<

[ask-spidermom]

The Plunge

Deertrail Resort. The site was once the beginnings of an ambitious cliffside getaway, now reduced to a small maze of graffiti-clad masonry. Ez trailed their fingers across a spray-painted mural of a person falling against a vibrant blue background, overlaid with various artist’s tags. Above them, the birds sang against a perfect, clear sky.

It could’ve been peaceful.

At the edge of the ruins, a stone chimney stood upon a curved platform. Cut into the center of the platform was a spiral staircase, descending into the ground. Ez took a breath and began to climb down, down, down. The sunlight and moss gave way to damp concrete, and they found themself at the end of a long, dark hall.

An old feeling seized their chest- a sort of heaviness against their lungs. As their heart heaved, fast and steady, they crept onwards. The hall opened into a large, dark cavity- aged metal walkways suspended over what appeared to be an expanse of inky water. Ez could make out something at the other end, across the catwalk. They approached, carefully. It was casket shaped, with wires blooming from the ends. Ez’s eyes followed the wires up to a panel of small, dim lights built into the wall that winked in the darkness like stars. As they got closer, they could make out dials amidst the lights. Below, beneath the glare of the lights, the casket-like chamber sat. It was transparent, they realized. They touched their hand to the glass.

Within, a sudden shifting jostled them from their contemplation. Their heart raced as their mind sluggishly pieced together what they were looking at.

Reine Fisk, her eyes wide and bleary and furious.

They jumped back. The woman’s fist clunked against the inside of the glass once, then twice, sending webs of cracks across it.

Ez began to run. The chamber shattered. The metal grate of the catwalk creaked and groaned as they bolted across- they were almost across. Their heart hammered against their chest.

A thick hand wrapped around their ankle, forcing them to the ground with a painful thud. The air rushed from their lungs as Queenpin lifted them up, effortlessly. They thrashed vainly against her crushing grip. In one swift movement, she had thrown them clear of the rusted railing.

They were falling.

The dark water rippled below.

Falling. Falling, the jolt of fear that pulls you from sleep. Falling, Alice down the rabbit hole. Falling into another place. Another world.

Falling awake.

The water rushed around them, filling their senses.

Easy does it, a voice inside them whispered. To the surface.

Upwards. Ez breached the water, and gasped the frigid air.

Ground beneath their feet.

…

“I’m glad you could make it, ma puce.”

[nuanimistdatabase]

Aedes’ Peril

The sweet scent of your sweat-moistened skin calls

Me from my watery refuge. Helpless

And agitated, overwhelmed by forces

I cannot name, comprehend, or deny,

I take flight, spiraling, spellbound, through the

Canopy toward the deertrail, into the

Sun. Fearsome Flycatchers lurk and twitch from

Low-hanging branches. Bright-colored dragonflies

Dart bright and sinister, signaling imminent

Annihilation, assuming attack posts

Among cattails and mountain laurels, while

Barn swallows wheel and glide menacingly

Around. There’s dread in this sortie, yet these

Impossibly tiny wings somehow propel

Me toward you. By nature’s grace I evade

These enemies and alight upon you.

We’re in communion. I cowgirl your flinch,

Your fight-or-flight rodeo, and savor

Your complex adrenaline bitters. I’m

Ecstatic, a stilt-legged dervish in full

Surrender, oblivious, blind, and insatiably

Thirsty. Into your world I plunge, diving

For dear life. I’m transported, overcome,

Fevered. Your scorching liquor surges into

My body, and I’m in a trance-pool of

Lust, vitality, recklessness, and abandon...

Until the thunderclap. The handslap. The

Shattering. The big bang. In an instant

I’m at the crossroads of creation and

Oblivion. You give me my ultimate

Climax. I erupt, your nectar bursting

Through my abdomen. My wings crumple, and

I fall helplessly to the forest floor.

[From the self-published book, Hidden Worlds, featuring my poetry and art by Colleen Pearce, available via Etsy here.]

[necklacings]

Since I've been ok w 6 hrs of sleep again woke up early even on Saturday n took my first weekend morning walk of the year, had been waiting to be able to take one for 10 months. Gorgeously overcast, came within yards of the deertrail hills, walked up n down on the uphill vacant lot native plant trail that the good ol boys on atvs maintain

[entreloopcoach]

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[unidentieddeceased]

I wanted to start posting all the cases that I’ve submitted for potential matches to NamUs on Reddit and Tumblr for any other other possible volunteer(s) out there that could be potentially working on any of the same cases as I have or am still currently working on

you’ll be able to obtain the case information, along with any further information for reference if needed.

I know that if I post it here you’ll be able to find the information easily from doing a search on any search-engine and be able to find the information here and have it readily available and you can see the updated matches I’ve submitted or obtain any follow up information that I’ve made a note on pertaining to the cases for any insight:

I submitted this match comp to NamUs on: December, 25, 2022

If you’d like to message me or ask any questions I’d be more than happy to help or answer any questions

I love connecting with other volunteers so also follow me and I’ll follow you back to stay in contact and you’re welcome to message me anytime!

Thank you so much :)

1st) Missing Person / NamUs #MP60324

Name: Charles Thomas Denny,

Sex/Race: Male, White / Caucasian. Date of Last Contact: 09, 30, 1981. Missing From: Salton City, California, 92275. County: Imperial County. Missing Age: 35 Years Current Age: 76 Years. Height: 5' 8" (68 Inches) Weight: 150 lbs. Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue

Clothing and Accessories: Eyewear- square shaped glasses with gold wire frame

Circumstances of Disappearance: Charles Denny's roommate stated that Denny went to desert to treasure hunt. His vehicle was located in area of Harper's Well on Highway 78.

Full case details can be found w/ direct NamUs Link listed below-

I also added a direct link to MPs poster on Ca.gov website:

CA.Gov Link MP Poster:

https://oag.ca.gov/missing/person/charles-thomas-denny

Direct Link To NamUs Case:

https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/60324/investigations?nav

Case Owner:

Imperial County Sheriff's Office. Address: 328 Applestill R. El Centro, Ca 92243. Main Phone: (442) 265-2105 Agency Case Number: 1090364 Date Reported: September 30, 1981 (No investigator entered)

2nd) Unidentified Person / NamUs #UP8634

(Hair and eye color are estimated) this is a facial approximation by forensic artist for the likeliness of unidentified deceased

Sex/Race: Male, White / Caucasian. Date Body Found: October 7, 1997. Location Found: Napa, California. Estimated Age Group: Adult - Pre 30. Estimated Age Range (Years): 26-32. Estimated Year of Death: 1981-1982. Estimated PMI: 15 Years. EST Height: 5' 8"(68 inches) EST Weight: Cannot Estimate. Hair Color: Brown. Head Hair Description: Strands found on scene.

Circumstances of Recovery: Skeletal remains found on a secluded hillside residence while property was being surveyed for new owner. Scene appeared to be at least 10 to 15 years old. Skeletal remains spread out over 100 feet on hillside down a deertrail. Evidence of animal bites to skull. Ruger Bearcat .22 caliber revolver discovered under body. Gun traced to burglary in Arizona. Smirnoff Vodka bottle and Budweiser Beer cans also on scene. Dates on bottle and cans were lotted to 1981. 22 caliber ammo found in a handmade leather backpack. Single gunshot wound found on the right side of head. Lower jaw missing. Numerous bones found but not a complete skeleton. Totality of circumstances during investigation led investigators to believe that this was a suicide by handgun. Eyewear: Aviator styled gold rimmed sunglasses On the Body.

Case Owner: Napa County Sheriff's Office Address: 1195 Third St Napa, California 94559. County: Napa County. Main Phone: (707) 253-4209. Agency Case Number: C97-612. Date Reported: April 6, 2011

Case Contributors: Coroner Investigator, Steven Paris. Law Enforcement, John Dunagan

Full case details can be found w/ direct NamUs Link:

https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/8634/attachments?nav

Case Similarities:

-MP/UP are both white-males, around the same age range, both fit the location and timeline of events- ranging from years: 1981-1982

-MP/UP are both reported to be the same height standing: 5’ 8” (68 inches)

-MP/UP both have the same hair color: Brown

-MP/UP both share a similar distinctive item description:

-MP didn’t have a last known clothing description, however it was reported that MP had eyewear- “Square shaped glasses with gold wire frame”

-UP was found with eyewear-

“Aviator styled gold rimmed sunglasses

On the Body”

[sunshinegearbox]

[lunarfits]

Into the woods~ Checking out them trails~ Loving the mix of nature and city I’m able to live and work in ^^ #nature #ravine #woods #intothewoods #deertrails #trails #bushywalks https://www.instagram.com/p/B4z6M5vAejV/?igshid=1mbk6bpwzzpop

[virgomorgo]

Oh how I wish I could go back. Mountain trails cure any bad day and make good days great! #deertrail #estespark #estesparkcolorado #visitestespark #estesparkco #trails #cureforthesoul #mountaintime #mountains #mondayblues #hiking #hikersofinstagram #hikingadventures #adventuretime #colorado #coloradoinstagram #rockymountainnationalpark #rmnp #takemeback #themountainiscalling (at Rocky Mountain National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuUH5VgFQPa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1t25ufjyesnll

[awkwardpenguinproductions]

Sorry for awkwardly stalking your blog today I followed a deertrail from muffinlance's blog and somehow ended up here and had quite an enjoyable time. Anyways, have a lovely day!

Stalk away, my friend! I’m glad you had fun! And you have yourself a fantastic day as well 😉

[grandcompany]

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it? /// [ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values? (an ask for each character!)

❌

Lorh watched the woman beside her sleeping, the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin covers and the heat of her leg pressed against Lorh's skin welcome evidence of life in her pallid form. The first few times Lorh had woken beside Pidgeon she'd been struck by the intense urge to check the woman's pulse.

Her gaze fell to the bandages wrapped at the woman's shoulder, clean and fresh. Beneath them she knew she'd find tidy stitching, the wounds well cared for. That Pidgeon had needed the medic's care at all stung at Lorh. She'd hoped that Pidgeon would care to stay over again of her own volition now that Lorh had recovered from her own injuries, not that they'd merely trade the roles of injured and caregiver.

The ache at seeing the woman's injuries shifted in Lorh's chest, slithering into that old familiar voice that had plagued her as long as she could remember.

She'll go. She'll go. She'll leave you eventually.

Lorh pushed it down and lay back on her pillow, careful not to disturb Pidgeon with the movement. Having the woman in her bed this last sennight had been a balm, even if half of it had been spent with her body aching and her mind fuzzy from the medic's treatments, but it was pure foolishness to think the woman would stay. It was far, far too early to be thinking that way for a woman she'd met hardly a few weeks before, and even if it wasn't Pidgeon had made her status as an eager vagabond incredibly clear.

Lorh shifted again, too restless to sleep on her back. As she repositioned she let her hand rest on Pidgeon's waist and buried her face in the woman's hair. The sweet floral smell of it was soothing, and slowly, eventually, she was able to ignore the strangling bubble of fear in her chest and drifted back to sleep.

🧱

Wolf held her breath, staring down the ridgeline at the group of Wood Wailers as they stalked slowly through the foliage. Their spears rattled along the low-hanging branches, making enough noise to scare away most of the wildlife. How they managed to be so damnably bad at their jobs baffled her, and yet she was greatful for it as she stood stock-still in the hopes they'd pass by and miss her and Gilberne.

Another few tense moments and they'd walked on down the deertrail, passing right beneath the two poachers as they waited in the brush. Finally Wolf sighed and crouched over Gilberne, her voice still a low whisper, "You think you can sit up?"

Gilberne shook tears from his eyes and pushed up, grimacing as he did so. Wolf didn't need to be a chiurgeon to know his leg was shattered. He'd be lucky if he walked without a limp ever again. His stunt had been a stupid one, but she felt awful that he'd paid such a high price for juvenile stupidity.

"You shoulda gone," he mumbled as he looked at his leg.

"Nope," Wolf grunted as she wrapped a massive arm around him and carefully picked him up. She was greatful he had the good sense to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle the groan of pain, and she settled him as comfortably against her chest as she could. He was so light, and she could feel his ribs through his filthy shirt.

"We're gonna get you back and fixed up," she said as she started to carefully pick her way down over the jagged rocks. "Don't leave folks behind here. Not like them," she jerked her head in the direction the Wood Wailers had gone. "Leastwise, I don't."

Gilberne clung to her neck and Wolf sighed. The kid was an idiot, but she'd meant every word. His voice was tiny and contrite as he clung to her, "Thanks, Caps."

Thanks for the ask @yokasaris!

Lorh has some abandonment issues for sure. She tends to cling too tightly to friends and lovers as a result. I don't know if she'll ever fully overcome it but hopefully she learns to lighten the grip at least a little. Tagging @pidgeon-sorrel for the mention.

Wolf's biggest moral code is that she doesn't leave people behind, or let them fail just because they made one bad decision. Everyone deserves safety and shelter in Wolf's eyes and she's gonna do her best to live up to that even if it's hard.

[bedicocreek]

Our MOST Popular Neighborhood Right Now Is #DeerTrail. This #NewHomeForSale Is Located at 3017 Lost Lake Lane! You're Going to Want to Get Your Chance to Tour It During These Two #NorthshoreParadeofHomes Weekends! We're Open Right Now! http://ow.ly/Qas150u7lN4 https://www.instagram.com/p/BxVc4Xolgqj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pscmmavv43u4

[mrsebastianspears-blog]

These are some pictures I took of my house and stuff I saw on a walk like forever ago

[igatherthedead]

Home 🌲💀🌲 #riverhaven #deertrail #oxalis #pnw #RespectTheWilderness #TeamOsteal #secondgrowth

[sunshinegearbox]

“I'm here because all fairy tales take place in the woods, King Cole, even those that don't.” ― Bill Willingham, Fables, Vol. 14