I started this thread planning to just brag about the huge print I just ordered, because I've never printed anything so big before, but it has turned into a story about the backpacking trip I took this past summer. It was a great time, but this is a long story, so I won't be offended if you peel off now.![]()
Besides the bear I didn't get to see, and the entire roll of Velvia I ruined on the first night, the story doesn't get interesting until day two, so that's where I'll start. We were planning to hike about 7 miles with a 1500 ft climb, cross the continental divide, and then camp just on the other side. That was hard enough, but when we got to the top, we soon realized the terrain was not suitable for setting up camp.
It had been raining off-and-on for a few hours already and there was nothing but jagged rock surrounded by patches of marsh, so we were forced to continue hiking for what turned out to be a couple of miles in heavy rain. We still ended up sleeping on uneven, wet ground, but it was better, and at that point, necessary. Even though I was thoroughly exhausted, trying to fall asleep in the thin air, at only 8pm, while it's still raining, all I could do was hope to fall asleep quickly and wake up to clear and sunny skies. One out of two ain't bad. The next morning was absolutely beautiful. What had seemed like hell the night before was transformed into a wilderness paradise in just a few hours.
We took our time getting up and drying our gear. Then we continued on for a few miles, ascending gradually, passing many small lakes, until we reached the last stretch of the second crossing. I had hurt my knee the day before, so I was lagging behind everyone, which allowed me to get this shot. This is the one I'm printing big (13x19...hey, it's big for me), because all four of my hiking buddies are zigzagged across the shot, and they're too small to see if it's not a big print. It's amazing what 4000dpi can pull from a frame of 35mm Provia. That ridge is the divide, at about 12,300 ft. I thought I was never going to make it up there, even though this climb was nothing compared to the day before. I was beat.
By the time we reached the top we were all in agreement. There was no reason to go much farther and we needed to rest. We descended to about 11, 800 ft, where we found the perfect campsite next to a beautiful little water fall, and that was home for the next 16 hours. I had plenty of time to limp around taking photos.
That evening an inquisitive mule dear visited our campsite multiple times, getting closer and closer with each visit. We named her Moxie, but I doubt it stuck. At one point I set up for what I thought was going to be a pretty good shot. Camera on tripod, composition set, I looked down to make sure the aperture was where I wanted it, pushed the cable release, and when I looked up, there was Moxie, across the creek, standing exactly where I would have told her to stand. It felt like she was the embodiment of mother nature, and she was there to watch over us. I know that sounds cheesy. It is cheesy. I guess you had to be there. Unfortunately, I underestimated the brightness of the sky and it totally blew out. Plus Moxie had moved, so she blurred. But, I like it anyway (thanks, photoshop).
The next day we got up and set off for the same place we had camped the first night, Black Lake. Ah, redemption. I got to redo the roll I had destroyed on the first night. Even though I didn't get the amazing pink light bouncing off the clouds above, I still managed to get a few keepers.
The next day I woke up 30. Might be the best birthday yet. It rained all night and had yet to let up. There was no sense in sitting around in the rain, so we packed up wet and hit the trail by 7am. Breakfast in bar form. We were on a mission. By about 2pm, we reached the trailhead. Hot food, a shower, and a real bed, was finally in sight.
Here are some before and after portraits of my buddies. I took the before shots a few hours into the first day and the after shots just minutes before we hit the road for Amarillo. These portraits were intended to capture the mood and show what 4 nights and 30 miles in the mountains looks like in a person's face. Hope it shows in these small shots.
Joel:
Mike:
Andrew:
Michael:
Thanks for looking and taking the time to read my long-winded, exaggerated, self-aggrandizing, story of adventure in the San Juan Mountains.
Good times.
Paul