A day of outdoor adventure in eastern Utah.
I woke up without an alarm at 4:30a. I sprung out of bed and got to work. Now that I was going to be doing an 11-12 mile hike, I had to pack differently.
While in general, it is a great to think of photography, and life for that matter, from a variety of perspectivies. But today, I chose to go singularly with the macro lens.
I woke up this morning more excited than normal. I was excited because I knew I was going to explore a new trail that I found last week.
I figured if I was going to risk my life on the narrow passageway, I might as well do it when I am most fortified and motivated.
Then all of a sudden, I saw an American flag vigorously waving in the stiff breeze to my left. I started to walk toward it and then realized it was perched on the very edge of a sheer rock cliff.
What are the chances? There are hundreds and hundreds of trails within 30 minutes of my house. It was Sunday morning after 8am, which in Utah, you barely see anyone. And I run into the same people riding their horses. Go figure.
Sometimes being in the wrong place works out fine. My hike today was an example of that.
While hiking this morning on the west side of Big Baldy, I looked out into the valley and saw a splash of light from the rising sun. It dawned on me, pun intended, that the light was funneling through the canyon almost like what a flashlight would do.
My hiking this season so far is on fire. For instance this morning, I encountered so many interesting things.