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Summer Trip Day Thirteen, Mount Adams Wilderness and White Salmon

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I followed the suggestions of a local photographer in Hood River, and went exploring in the Mount Adams Wilderness in southern Washington.  Mountain meadows, beaver ponds, natural bridges, ice caves, meandering streams…

I ended up at the fish hatchery on the Columbia River, just west of the White Salmon River, to watch the windsurfers.

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Sunday is my last full day here.  More exploring.  Home Monday.

Summer Trip Day Twelve, Newberry National Volcanic Monument and Mount Hood

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Friday was a long day of driving, across the state of Oregon from south to north.

I stopped near Bend to visit the Newberry National Volcanic Monument, which includes a caldera, lava flows, cinder cones, and other volcanic features. I hiked through the Lava River Cave, a mile-long lava tube.  The temperature inside is about 40 to 45 degrees.  You could rent lanterns, but I just used my headlamp.  Occasionally, when I was out of sight of other visitors, I’d switch off my headlamp to experience the cave in pitch black, listening to the drips of water.

I kept driving north to Mount Hood (shown above), including a stop at Timberline Lodge.

From there, I drove into Hood River and met up with my friend Tricia and several of her friends for drinks and dinner.

Summer Trip Day Eleven, Crater Lake National Park

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I had planned to get up early (like about 2 or 3 AM) and drive to Crater Lake for some night and dawn photography.  I put out some warm clothes, set the alarm, and went to sleep.  When the alarm went off, I talked myself out of getting up, and into a few more hours sleep.

I had originally planned to stay near Bend tonight, but instead, am staying south so that I could spend all day at Crater Lake.  It was a good decision.

Soon after arriving, I decided to sign up for a boat ride.   I had a choice between a two hour boat ride that toured the lake, or a five hour boat ride that included a three hour stop on Wizard Island, a cinder cone rising out of the lake.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to commit to five hours, but I went ahead and signed up for the Wizard Island trip.  I’m glad I did.  I hiked to the summit—relentlessly uphill; there doesn’t seem to be any flat ground on the island.

Here I am with my scruffy beard at the top of Wizard Island.  (Click on any image to enlarge.)  Yes, the water really is that blue.  It is the deepest lake in the United States (seventh deepest in the world), and is among the clearest lakes in the world.

To get to the boat landing, you hike down the Cleetwood Trail, which means you get to hike back up the trail when you return.  It’s about a mile long and descends 700 feet to the lake.  This is also about the same distance and elevation change of the Wizard Island summit trail.  So I did about four miles today, in 50-60 degree temperatures, at 6000-7000 feet elevation.

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Even without the stop on Wizard Island, I would have found the boat tour interesting.  We got to see a different perspective on the caldera, and I learned more about the lake than I had known before.

The infrared images below and at the beginning of this post are of the Phantom Ship, a rock formation in the lake.  (The image at the start of this post was inspired by an Ansel Adams photo in Yosemite.)

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Summer Trip Day Ten, Lassen Volcanic National Park

A video of Bumpass Hell.  Yeah, that’s really what they call it—Bumpass Hell.  Allegedly named for a cowboy named Bumpass who burned his leg there in the 1860’s.

Lassen Volcano had a major eruption in 1914-1915, but was a national monument even before that.

The hike to Bumpass Hell is about 1.5 miles one way at about 8000 feet.  The trail had a few patches of snow on it, and I’m glad I brought my hiking polls for some of the slush/snow traversals.  The temperature was around 55 to 60 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny.  Great hiking weather.

Other than that, it was a long day of driving—both before and after Lassen.  I’m now in Oregon, contemplating getting up early for morning light at Crater Lake.

Summer Trip Day Nine, Yosemite and Berkeley

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Monday afternoon and evening, I did a one-day photo workshop with Michael Frye on night photography, through the Ansel Adams Gallery.  Assisting with this workshop was another great photographer, Mike Osborne.

I learned a lot, including how to do light painting with flashlights, as shown above.

I also played around with infrared night photography.  The image below shows a car driving by near Olmstead Point.  I kind of like the sweeping curve of the headlights through this image.

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This image of Half Dome from Olmstead Point was taken earlier, near dusk.

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I got back to Yosemite Lodge about 2 AM and was asleep a few minutes later.  It was a bit difficult, but I managed to get up early this morning to drive to Berkeley to visit a professor and a few students.  Tomorrow, I start my trip up north, eventually to Oregon.

Summer Trip Day Eight, First Week’s Retrospective

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On Monday, I’ll be up early—doing laundry.  And I’ll be out late—doing photography.  So, I’m writing this blog post in advance, to say a few words about my first week.  I’m now halfway through my trip.

A week ago, I imagined this as a photography trip.  To me that means seeking the best light—up before down, out after sunset, putting myself in the right place at the right time, and trying hard not to let a good photo opportunity slip away.

Visiting the Rowell’s Mountain Light Gallery the other day, I was reminded about how Galen Rowell worked so hard to be at the right place, in case the light and all the other elements of a good photo came together.

But for me, it hasn’t played out this way.  Sure, I’m doing a lot of photography, but I’m not getting up at 3:45 AM to drive to some place an hour away to be there for first light at 5:00 AM.

This is okay for infrared photography; it actually works pretty well in the middle of the day. But for visible light photography, my mid-day hikes don’t yield the best photos.  During my five-mile mid-day hike through Devil’s Postpile, I had plenty of time to contemplate this.

Instead, this trip has been about discovering new places.  As I was explaining to a friend of mine, I have to get to know a place before I can really capture it with photography.  Galen Rowell would sometimes go back to a place many different times, waiting for the conditions to be right—the light, the wind, the snow or rain.  This explains why I’ve been to Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge four years in a row.

This has become a kind of a scouting trip for me.  I’m figuring out what works and what doesn’t in places like Yosemite, the Bristlecone Pines, and Bodie State Park.  I’d like to come back to try different times of the year, with different weather conditions.

I believe that these places have more to say… more to reveal… than I can discover in a quick first-time trip.  I’ll be back again.  I’ll be more ready.  I’ll know more about what I want to accomplish.

In the meantime, I hope you’ve enjoyed the handful of images that I’ve selected for the blog postings for this first week of my trip.

I’ll be back with another post on Tuesday.

Summer Trip Night Seven, Yosemite Falls at Night

Just wanted to post a couple of quick night shots.  The Yosemite Lodge is a few hundred yards from Yosemite Falls, so it was easy for me to walk over about midnight and try a few things.

These were taken with a Nikon D700 at ISO 800, with a 17-35mm f/2.8 lens at f/5.6, for about 3 minutes.  (Timed with my iPhone’s stopwatch.)

They look somewhat like daylight shots, except for the stars in the sky.

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Summer Trip Day Seven, Bodie State Historical Park

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Today, I visited Bodie State Historical Park, north of Mono Lake and Lee Vining.  Bodie was a gold mining town and is now a ghost town.  There are still a couple of hundred building there.  Most are standing.  A few are falling down.

The image below is the interior of the stamp mill, where the ore was crushed into dust to make it easier to extract gold and silver.  (Shot at ISO 6400.)

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You can peer into most of the buildings and see the lives that people left behind in Bodie.  Wallpaper falling down.  Clothes littering the floor…

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I walked over to the town cemetery.  Many of the graves were from the heyday of Bodie.  And a few are more recent, of family members returned, perhaps, to where they grew up.

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After I left Bodie, I returned to Yosemite.  The Grouse Creek fire continues to grow, and the haze in the valley is worse than when I was here a few days ago.    

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Tomorrow marks the halfway point of my trip.

Summer Trip Day Six, Devil’s Postpile

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but my time at Devil’s Postpile National Monument turned into a full day of hiking and about a hundred photos.

Today was July 4, so the park was crowded—probably a couple of thousand visitors—their busiest day of the year.  They have a shuttle bus system to reduce the number of cars on the narrow, windy roads.

Among other things, the monument protects Rainbow Falls of the San Joaquin River.  This photo shows how the falls got its name… (As always, click the images to enlarge them.)

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The monument is named after a large, well, “pile” of columnar basalt.  Normally perpendicular, there are some places where the columns seem to bend over. This image is infrared, which shows the green foliage as nearly white.

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Here’s another infrared shot, of the dead trees left from the 1992 Rainbow Fire, which burned about 8000 acres of forest.

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And here are a few other favorite images from my five-mile hike at about 7500 feet of elevation.

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Tomorrow, it’s back to Yosemite.

Summer Trip Day Five, The Eastern Sierra

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Today was pretty busy. I started the day at the Manzanar National Historic Site. Like many people, I first learned of Manzanar because of the work that the photographer Ansel Adams did there. Manzanar was a Japanese-American internment camp during World War II.

Below are images of the cemetery at Manzanar. Some visitors leave mementos at this monument, including strands of origami cranes.

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After Manzanar, I drove down to the Whitney Portal, which is where the trail up Mt. Whitney begins.  It was very crowded there, and I only spent a half hour or so before heading down.

Next, I drove to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest in the White Mountains. The oldest living organism on the planet is thought to be a bristlecone pine in this forest, at a little over 4800 years old. The photo at the top of this post is the skeleton of a bristlecone pine. I did a 4.25-mile moderately strenuous hike at about 10,000 feet. The temperature was in the high 60’s, which beat the high 90’s on the valley floor 6000 feet below.

Finally, on my way back through Bishop, I stopped at the Mountain Light Gallery, which is the gallery started by the late Galen and Barbara Rowell.

Tonight, I’m in Mammoth Lakes, where I just watched the July 3rd fireworks.