As soon as I arrived at the trailhead to Lake Mary, I noticed a dark creature in the woods. I had to take a long look because I couldn't believe how close I was to a bull moose. A few other people noticed as well and we all began a photo-moose-a-palooza.
I was mad as hell for a short while. How dare someone do this on any day. How dare them do this on the day my girls were graduating.
One of the pilots was concerned about the direction and strength of the wind because, in his own words, his gear was not as rugged as the other pilot's. In fact, in the photo below, you can see him looking out over the valley and feeling and seeing the winds.
Little did I know that I was hitting the sweet spot on that day. As soon as I got into Provo Canyon, I could tell there was a plenty of color. As I drove east into Heber, the color was intensifying. I was beginning to feel that I was in for a special treat.
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.
The 4th of July weekend presented lots of holiday fun and also lots of hiking beauty. This post focuses on the hiking.
After hiking up the hill, I discovered that there was a lot more to the trail.