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Photo by Jovica on March 04, 2025.
Photo by Jovica on March 04, 2025.
Photo by Jovica on March 04, 2025.
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Posted On: March 4th 2025, 07:20 pm
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A car carrying sticks. Men threatening protesters. And police personnel who appeared to help them leave. On October 11, Delhi Police seemingly failed to check a car in Connaught Place despite repeated alerts from Newslaundry reporters. @imavdheshkumar, @basantrajsonu and Prateek Goyal’s investigation traces the car’s owner, its passengers and their links to a network of right-wing activists accused of threatening and assaulting protesters. To read the report head to the link in bio.
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The final 2 days of Fatbiking & Packrafting the Oregon Coast Trail looked at the ground we’d covered & said “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” We had many good times, but a lot of hard going too. Hours on hours of riding through cold wet fog. The unrepentant moisture. High tides shutting down access points & forcing long reroutes. Logs, soft sand, and other obstacles making us carry our fully loaded bikes. The first 3/4 of the trip had tested us & we were feeling it. On day 7 though, something shifted. Fog & clouds lifted as we climbed Cape Blanco, revealing rugged headlands & wide sandy beaches soaring into the horizon. Traversing through those southern beaches, towns & capes was even better than it had appeared from above. We enjoyed sun for miles on end, and then, right around the end of day 7 as we approached the pistol river, the magic happened. Wind strummed the sand into gentle flows across the beach. The sun hummed lower, rapidly turning bright gold along the horizon. The waves seemed to crash on cue, their rich blue accentuating the intensity of the light. As we approached the next stacks of rocks, we saw it all come together in a symphony of light & movement played out across the jagged stage of rocks. It was a moment I’ll never forget. We all rode around in awe, soaking it all in, grateful to have gotten a perfect Oregon Coast evening at last. The high stuck with us after the sun set, but we had a few miles to go. We all locked back in after Kurt nearly got swept away by the Pistol River & gratefully slid into bed at Crook Point. Finally, the following day we entered the Samuel H Boardman scenic corridor. With only a few miles left to the border and plenty of time left in the day, we enjoyed the numerous stunning vistas on offer. We paddled across the Chetco River, the final crossing on our journey, and without any further fuss for the cyclists, we rode a few more miles of beach & road, the rolled up to the border of California. 400 miles. 10 rivers paddled. Some very sandy smiles. We were done, and damn was that a good time. @traveloregon @thepeoplescoast @oregonswildriverscoast @astraldesigns 📸: @masoncasey @shredskyy
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