Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Halloween
Why has every girl I've ever dated been really into Halloween, and in particular, Halloween costumes? Wont be an issue this year since I don't know anyone in the entire state, much less anyone with romantic intentions toward me but still. Doesn't that seem odd? Also, why do I only date girls who got or were working on majors in the humanities and liberal arts department? The closest I've come to getting out of that is nursing but that still seems to be the same deal. As an engineer do I just subconsciously feel a need for balance or something?
Friday, October 14, 2011
Waukesha, Wi
Some quotes from the Wikipedia page on the town:
It seems a rather pleasant town, full of large trees and small parks. The Fox River runs through the center (and apparently is erroneously thought to be the source of the town's Native American-ish name) and right by the city/county building that houses those working on the 'Zoo Project', which is the redesign of the 'Zoo' interchange and surrounding roads. The interchange is located on the Western edge of Milwaukee, on the North side. In fact right on the way to Waukesha itself, and named after the County Zoo which located at its Northwest corner.
The population was 70,718 at the 2010 census
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In 2006, Money magazine ranked Waukesha 36th on its list of the "100 Best Places to Live", in the United States. In 2007 America's Promise ranked Waukesha one of the "100 Best Communities for Young People" in the United States. In 2010, Money magazine ranked Waukesha 50th on its list of the "100 Best Places to Live", in the United States.
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Waukesha is located near the center of Waukesha County in southeastern Wisconsin, 18 miles west of Milwaukee. Waukesha is also located 59 miles east of Madison. The city shares borders with City of Brookfield, Town of Brookfield,Genesee, New Berlin, City of Pewaukee, Village of Pewaukee, Town of Delafield and Town of Waukesha.
It seems a rather pleasant town, full of large trees and small parks. The Fox River runs through the center (and apparently is erroneously thought to be the source of the town's Native American-ish name) and right by the city/county building that houses those working on the 'Zoo Project', which is the redesign of the 'Zoo' interchange and surrounding roads. The interchange is located on the Western edge of Milwaukee, on the North side. In fact right on the way to Waukesha itself, and named after the County Zoo which located at its Northwest corner.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunrise, Sunset
Some thoughts on shooting the rise and fall of the Sun. All images link to my panormaio account where you can see the full, 18MP image (which sometimes is important and sometimes not).
Picking an Object:
When you shot close to the beginning or end of the day you may be looking for the contrast that great, horizontal light gives you. But if you you're shooting sunrise or sunset you're almost certainly looking for the color, and probably the color on the clouds. None the less, even with wonderful colors, you need a focus for your photo. I've shot quite a few images with great colors and no interest whatsoever. You need something to focus on.
Picking an Object:
When you shot close to the beginning or end of the day you may be looking for the contrast that great, horizontal light gives you. But if you you're shooting sunrise or sunset you're almost certainly looking for the color, and probably the color on the clouds. None the less, even with wonderful colors, you need a focus for your photo. I've shot quite a few images with great colors and no interest whatsoever. You need something to focus on.
The sunrise with stars, but no good subjects
A similar image, some mountains in the background and good colors, but no strong objects to bring focus to the image
The above images show the danger of the sunrise (and believe me, they are dangerous!) To the eye, the colors are spectacular, but without a strong object in frame, the image ends up without appeal. It can be hard to find good subjects, the exposure you need (see below) causes just about everything other than the sky to become a silhouette.
Yet you can use the low-light to your advantage. The clouds can become subjects, and any reflective surface on the ground suddenly becomes clearly defined and just as colorful as the clouds.
Clouds and a lake
It's not a great image, but it shows how the low-light highlights certain elements. Here, it's a lake but sometimes just a cloud can do it.
The object is a cloud, wow, right?
Here the focus is on a cloud: something that's a lot harder to pull off without a sunrise (or set), but the key is that there's an object in the image: not just colors.
Fire at dusk
One of the great things about sunrise and sunset is that it reduces the image to swaths of colors and shapes: about as close as you can get to a painting. Often photos are too busy, simply because you can't take things out of nature when taking pictures and often you're image is overloaded with extraneous details. The low light and wonderful colors allow for a much simpler approach to the image and your ability to get creative takes off.
Choosing an Exposure:
The most important thing for most sunrise/set photos is to get good saturation and that's not going to happen if the camera remains on its default exposure. Unless the whole frame is taken up by the sky, the camera will try to balance the sky and the ground and end up over-exposing the sky and thus not getting good saturation where all the colors are. As was mentioned above, properly exposing the sky will most likely obscure anything but the shape of the landscape, but that's just the way it is. The light balance changes quickly as the sun comes up or goes down though, so you get different shots from minute to minute.
Mix of exposures in the image to allow for the colors to come through
Here you can see a pretty dark foreground so that the pink hue shows up on the horizon. The objects still show up, but are almost entirely defined by their shape. It makes for a much different image then when fully exposed. The textures and colors are gone from the foreground but the structure remains.
Fire and Ice
For this photo, I decided the foreground was more important then the colors of the sunset. So the sky (and colors therein) are blown out but the snow in the foreground remains distinguishable. Here the sunset serves to provide color to the ground rather than the sky or clouds. A brighter exposure is used in this one.
Clouds hover over Longs Peak
Clouds are a must for almost any sunrise
Sometimes you get lucky, typically with mountains where the light on the ground is the same as the light on the sky. Then each can be properly exposed, though generally a lower exposure still provides better colors.
As a point of reference, I typically shoot about 2/3 of a stop below standard exposure. However, I often end up taking several versions at different exposures as each image requires something different, and the light changes so quickly.
White Balance:
If it's digital, and you haven't changed it, your camera is almost certainly set to 'auto' white balance. This works different ways in different cameras, but in general it bases the color adjustments on the idea that your image is color balanced. That it's basically grey when all summed together, and some each of red green and blue. It works pretty well for most photos taken in the outdoors, but not for sunsets that are dominated by red. I typically set the white balance to either daylight or cloudy. The latter adds red which can be good in some cases, but may end up making the image look fake. If you really want to boost the red you can select the 'shade' option if your camera has one. However, I would strongly recommend avoiding the auto setting.
One Final Note:
When setting exposure, I normally use the aperture priority setting. Because the light is so low I'm often tempted to use a very low aperture and thus speed up the shutter. This can work well in some cases, especially since almost everything you're looking for is out on the horizon (and thus pretty close to infinity and able to capture with a low DoF). What sometimes happens is when I shot with this low depth of field, even if the foreground is only silhouette, that silhouette is out of focus, loses defnition, and detracts from the image.
A clear silhouette of a mountain and a tree
Another image that required a significant depth of field
Other than that, sunrise and sunsets are like any other image: get a few technical details down, experiment, and in the end your image will be as good as your eye. Try showing up 45 minutes prior to sunrise, and staying 45 after sunset and you'll capture all sorts of wonderful colors.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Trip to Wyoming
I had delusions of grandeur as to how detailed a write-up I'd give of my recent trip to Wyoming; somewhere I always knew I wouldn't do it, but I had the dream none the less. However, I've finally come face-to-face with the idea that I would either not write it up, or write it up in a short-form version all in one post. So that's what I'm doing. All pictures hosted on my panoramio site, and link to the full version (you can see 18MP versions there).
Preparation and Day 1:
Not much exciting on the preparation, the big set-piece was the fact that I had wrecked my knee earlier. I finally went to a doctor (well PA, but not the point) who informed me I had patella-tracking problems, was destroying my cartilage and needed to either go to physical therapy or it would keep getting worse and end up with very bad arthritis. So I went to therapy but only for a week or so, not enough time to do much. Though I did pick up a specialized knee brace which seemed to help. The knee would end up dictating the whole trip, and I knew that going in, but I knew I could still take the trip.
The first day (August 26th, 2011) was driving from Boulder to Turpin Meadows, a little ways East of the Tetons and the start of the backpacking trip through the Thorofare that I had planned. Not a terrible drive, and easily done in a day. Along the way I ran into a brush fire right off the side of the road.
I hit Turpin Meadows in the early evening and in the middle of a mild rainstorm. I set up camp, had dinner and went to sleep. Somewhere between those things I wandered around and took a bunch of pictures.
Day 2:
I got up a little before sunrise and got my stuff together (I think it was maybe 40-45 pounds, which is pretty good for 5 days), parked at the trailhead at Turpin Meadows and got started. It was cloudy all day, which was a shame since it didn't do much for my pictures. I walked along the South Buffalo river all the way to the base of Pendegraft Mountain. I'm not sure what the distance was that day. It was over 20 miles but I think less than 25, maybe about that. I saw a couple backpacking a few miles in: they were fishing somewhere in Lower Pendegraft Meadow.
I felt good most of the day, my knee began to hurt but with the brace it was under control. By the time I hit the ford of Lost Creek (probably 20 miles in) my knee was groaning quite a bit and I slowed a lot after that. The ford itself was fine, it was long enough to get pretty cold but no problems at all with depth or flow. It rained on me a few times, and as the evening came, the rain got more intense. By the time I hit the ford of the South Buffalo right at the base of Pendegraft it was coming down pretty hard. Fording that in the rain was a bit miserable but not too bad in and of itself. There I had some dinner and decided to push on only a half mile or so and camp. I passed some outfitters who refused to wave at me (what's that about?) and went to a little spot in the woods and set-up my camp.
Day 3:
It was pretty wet when I woke-up; I put my pack back together and took off feeling a bit over saturated. This day was full of river-crossings, all of the South Buffalo. It began maybe a mile in: the trail is more of an outfitter trail and thus built for horses who don't care much about fording a river. I put my wading shoes on and headed out. I lost the trail on the other side, and based on the number of crossing coming up I decided to just walk straight up the river all the way to the Turner Fork river. It was a few miles and was both a good and bad idea. It was certainly easier than changing footwear at every crossing, and finding the trail each time was basically impossible. However, the wading shoes on the riverbed gravel for that distance ended up destroying my feet. I kept them on all the way to the last big ford over the South Buffalo and then switched to the boots.
Walking up the rest of the river (on a trail now) was a joy. In and out of meadows with wonderful views of the surroundings. The trail (and river) take a sharp right turn and start heading up to Cub Creek Pass. I managed to avoid a few more fords by climbing around the side. The pass itself was spectacular. I went up and over it (to far to the South actually) and then back down by Boday Lake and finally up to the Buffalo Plateau.
A storm seemed to be moving in, but after a short bit of fear of climbing up to a plateau in a lightning storm, the clouds passed and the day cleared up. My knee was began to get me again and with my now decimated feet I didn't want to go too far. I did, however, decide to climb Crescent Mountain before camping just to the North of it.
There I discovered a fire had started down where I had been only the day before. It made for a great sunset.
Day 4:
This was a glorious day of walking North along the Buffalo Plateau. It was steeper than I had anticipated, but had constant views in basically all directions. Not the best pictures (not everything with spectacular views is photogenic) but a stunning walk.
As I approached Marston Pass, my knee gave out. It had been hurting but finally, as I was headed up a slope, it simply gave out. I collapsed and had to rest for a while; and from then on, for the rest of my trip, I was effectively crippled. I could still walk certainly, and on the flat I could walk fast as long as I was willing to deal with the pain. Ups and downs though, I had to hobble slowly through all of it and spent a lot of time grabbing my leg and talking to myself. Well, talking to my knee actually, which probably isn't a great sign for my mental stability. I pretended it was because I hadn't seen anyone for a day or two and making noise was good for avoiding bears but I'm not sure that's true.
I ended up following the divide too closely, going too far to the East and stranding myself well above the pass. There I was walking through smoke from the fire which limited the view but added a rather stunning and eerie light to the surroundings.
I headed down from the divide but it was steep enough that I unstrapped my pack's waist-strap. A few miles later I discovered my bear spray had slipped from the waist-strap and was forever lost. I had to go the last 2.5 days without pepper spray in an area lousy with grizzlies. I admit I was a bit worried.
I dropped down to the pass and then back up towards the South Yellowstone. The climb up was incredibly painful. I went a little way beyond the top of the valley (down into the South Yellowstone) and ended up stopping right on the side of the ridge. After seeing the stars so clearly the night before, I took my camera with me and snapped a few shots of the night sky. Miles and miles from any light source whatsoever, there was nothing to rival the view.
Day 5:
It was a spectacular walk down the South Yellowstone to where the North and South joined together. Wonderful pictures and gorgeous meadows.
Sadly, on the way down, as a result of rain the previous night everything was soaked. The water I had to walk through on the overgrown trail soaked through my clothes. When I took off my boots for the second ford (the one over the North Fork) I actually dumped water out of my shoes. Having my feet immersed for so long finished the destruction of my feet that had begun the second day in. That combined with my knee made for a very painful day. I think in total it was around 25 miles that day, maybe a bit more.
The trail closed down for much of the time walking down the Yellowstone. Opening up occasionally for a meadow. Finally, the canyon took a turn North and between the effects of an old fire and a meadow, the views came back.
The day ended at Hawk's Rest. Despite the pain, and to my surprise, I made it there by 4:30 or so. I walked by the national forest cabin there and was met by the volunteer manning it for the summer (Brad). We ended up talking for an hour and a half. Both a little light on human interaction as of late (though admittedly one more than the other). A pleasant discussion on the area and other trivialities. I ended up camping down on "Bear Box Row" I believe he called it. A few hundred yards North on the Yellowstone there were a series of bear boxes, all empty. I stashed my stuffed, had dinner, set up camp and went to sleep. One day left on the backpack.
Day 6:
Some painful fords early on and the trail opened up. My knee seemed to be doing better, and I picked up the pace. It was a little over 25 miles out and I wanted to get out early so I could drive to a campground a ways away, call home to let them know I was all right, and be set-up before dark.
Only a few feet below the top of the last pass I had to cross, my knee really went out. One moment to the next and it was gone. I saw a piece of shade less than 200 feet away and it took me over six minutes to get there. I began popping Advil, hoping if I took enough I could go on. Waiting for 15-30 minutes I was able to get up and began limping along the trail. When I got down to North Buffalo Meadow and the trail got flat, I was able to move a little faster. I ended up making it out by 3:30, which was pretty good considering. Feeling quite relieved (and realizing that I would not be able to go on anymore serious hikes this trip) I put my stuff away in my car and headed out. I drove out towards the Tetons and called home. Then headed back with the plan of camping in the Gros Ventres somewhere. On the way back I saw my Father on the side of the road; he was out in the area at the same time and by some strange coincidence he was there and I was able to spot him. We ended up camping together that night at Brooks Lake.
Day 7:
My Dad took off in the morning for his own trip to the Thorofare (culminating in climbing Yount's Peak). I went back to the Gros Ventre Wilderness and drove up to Leidy Lake. I parked there and walked up Mount Leidy. There was a nice use trail up to the top, and the views were pretty darn good.
Upon returning, I drove a different route back. I washed-up in a river there, and took pictures as I drove back to the highway.
I went to the Gros Ventre campground and got a spot. I had planned on staying there anywhere, but now I was getting the spot for my parents who would show up in a few days. After getting things situated and hanging up all my wet stuff I went over for a gander into Teton National Park itself before the night came. then out to an overlook for some pictures.
Day 8:
This day was a drive into the Gros Ventre Wilderness via the Slide Lake entrance. There was a rather major fire burning in the middle of it, and after a rather long drive into the park, past some good views and some fire camps I found the fire itself.
After a drive out I spent the afternoon walking into Bear Paw Lake and reading there for a while. Dinner and some pictures and it was bed time again.
Day 9:
This day featured a walk around Jenny Lake in Teton NP. Even with the knee, it was flat enough I could make it in pretty good time and it was a nice walk, with nice views and good memories.
Then a drive North to Signal Mountain and the dam at Jackson Lake. Afterwards over to Two Ocean Lake and back to the campground where I read and waited for my Father to show up, which he did, not too long after dinner. I went out again that night for some more photos.
Day 10 (Final):
I woke up early and drove down to Green River Lakes at the North end of the Wind Rivers. Since I knew it was my last day, I did a little more serious walk. Up above the second Green River Lake,
around the meadow there, up to Slide Lake and down to the campground.
I waited for night to come so I could take some star photos of Squaretop there, and then head out the next day. Sadly, as I waited, clouds moved in and moved in. By 11:00pm the moon was about as far gone as it could be for the picture to still work. There was complete cloud cover, obscuring my picture. I took a picture anyway, mostly out of spite.
I was unhappy about the way it ended, but with that feeling and knowing it was about to rain I decided to drive home that night instead of trying to set-up camp or wait another day. I got in the car and drove. It was a pretty long day, I had woken up at 5am that morning and it wasn't until around 6am the next day I finally reached home.
Preparation and Day 1:
Not much exciting on the preparation, the big set-piece was the fact that I had wrecked my knee earlier. I finally went to a doctor (well PA, but not the point) who informed me I had patella-tracking problems, was destroying my cartilage and needed to either go to physical therapy or it would keep getting worse and end up with very bad arthritis. So I went to therapy but only for a week or so, not enough time to do much. Though I did pick up a specialized knee brace which seemed to help. The knee would end up dictating the whole trip, and I knew that going in, but I knew I could still take the trip.
The first day (August 26th, 2011) was driving from Boulder to Turpin Meadows, a little ways East of the Tetons and the start of the backpacking trip through the Thorofare that I had planned. Not a terrible drive, and easily done in a day. Along the way I ran into a brush fire right off the side of the road.
Brush Fire on the Way to Turpin Meadows
I hit Turpin Meadows in the early evening and in the middle of a mild rainstorm. I set up camp, had dinner and went to sleep. Somewhere between those things I wandered around and took a bunch of pictures.
Rainbows over the Campground at Turpin Meadows
Various Images of the Sunset from Above Turpin
Stars from the Campground
Day 2:
I got up a little before sunrise and got my stuff together (I think it was maybe 40-45 pounds, which is pretty good for 5 days), parked at the trailhead at Turpin Meadows and got started. It was cloudy all day, which was a shame since it didn't do much for my pictures. I walked along the South Buffalo river all the way to the base of Pendegraft Mountain. I'm not sure what the distance was that day. It was over 20 miles but I think less than 25, maybe about that. I saw a couple backpacking a few miles in: they were fishing somewhere in Lower Pendegraft Meadow.
I felt good most of the day, my knee began to hurt but with the brace it was under control. By the time I hit the ford of Lost Creek (probably 20 miles in) my knee was groaning quite a bit and I slowed a lot after that. The ford itself was fine, it was long enough to get pretty cold but no problems at all with depth or flow. It rained on me a few times, and as the evening came, the rain got more intense. By the time I hit the ford of the South Buffalo right at the base of Pendegraft it was coming down pretty hard. Fording that in the rain was a bit miserable but not too bad in and of itself. There I had some dinner and decided to push on only a half mile or so and camp. I passed some outfitters who refused to wave at me (what's that about?) and went to a little spot in the woods and set-up my camp.
South Buffalo Falls
Pendegraft From Right After the Ford of the South Buffalo
Day 3:
It was pretty wet when I woke-up; I put my pack back together and took off feeling a bit over saturated. This day was full of river-crossings, all of the South Buffalo. It began maybe a mile in: the trail is more of an outfitter trail and thus built for horses who don't care much about fording a river. I put my wading shoes on and headed out. I lost the trail on the other side, and based on the number of crossing coming up I decided to just walk straight up the river all the way to the Turner Fork river. It was a few miles and was both a good and bad idea. It was certainly easier than changing footwear at every crossing, and finding the trail each time was basically impossible. However, the wading shoes on the riverbed gravel for that distance ended up destroying my feet. I kept them on all the way to the last big ford over the South Buffalo and then switched to the boots.
The View Up South Buffalo, it Forks to the Right
Walking up the rest of the river (on a trail now) was a joy. In and out of meadows with wonderful views of the surroundings. The trail (and river) take a sharp right turn and start heading up to Cub Creek Pass. I managed to avoid a few more fords by climbing around the side. The pass itself was spectacular. I went up and over it (to far to the South actually) and then back down by Boday Lake and finally up to the Buffalo Plateau.
Looking Down the South Buffalo from Cub Creek Pass
A Storm Over Boday Lake
The View North Over Crescent Mountain
There I discovered a fire had started down where I had been only the day before. It made for a great sunset.
The Fire
The Sunset Over the Fire
Day 4:
This was a glorious day of walking North along the Buffalo Plateau. It was steeper than I had anticipated, but had constant views in basically all directions. Not the best pictures (not everything with spectacular views is photogenic) but a stunning walk.
Looking North Over the Divide Early in the Day
The View of a Lake and Wall Mnt. From the Divide
A Wonderful Valley on the Divide, Site of my Lunch
As I approached Marston Pass, my knee gave out. It had been hurting but finally, as I was headed up a slope, it simply gave out. I collapsed and had to rest for a while; and from then on, for the rest of my trip, I was effectively crippled. I could still walk certainly, and on the flat I could walk fast as long as I was willing to deal with the pain. Ups and downs though, I had to hobble slowly through all of it and spent a lot of time grabbing my leg and talking to myself. Well, talking to my knee actually, which probably isn't a great sign for my mental stability. I pretended it was because I hadn't seen anyone for a day or two and making noise was good for avoiding bears but I'm not sure that's true.
I ended up following the divide too closely, going too far to the East and stranding myself well above the pass. There I was walking through smoke from the fire which limited the view but added a rather stunning and eerie light to the surroundings.
The View East Through the Smoke
I headed down from the divide but it was steep enough that I unstrapped my pack's waist-strap. A few miles later I discovered my bear spray had slipped from the waist-strap and was forever lost. I had to go the last 2.5 days without pepper spray in an area lousy with grizzlies. I admit I was a bit worried.
I dropped down to the pass and then back up towards the South Yellowstone. The climb up was incredibly painful. I went a little way beyond the top of the valley (down into the South Yellowstone) and ended up stopping right on the side of the ridge. After seeing the stars so clearly the night before, I took my camera with me and snapped a few shots of the night sky. Miles and miles from any light source whatsoever, there was nothing to rival the view.
My Camp on the Hillside
Day 5:
It was a spectacular walk down the South Yellowstone to where the North and South joined together. Wonderful pictures and gorgeous meadows.
Morning Reflection in a Meadow on the South Yellowstone
A Waterfall into the Valley
Sadly, on the way down, as a result of rain the previous night everything was soaked. The water I had to walk through on the overgrown trail soaked through my clothes. When I took off my boots for the second ford (the one over the North Fork) I actually dumped water out of my shoes. Having my feet immersed for so long finished the destruction of my feet that had begun the second day in. That combined with my knee made for a very painful day. I think in total it was around 25 miles that day, maybe a bit more.
The trail closed down for much of the time walking down the Yellowstone. Opening up occasionally for a meadow. Finally, the canyon took a turn North and between the effects of an old fire and a meadow, the views came back.
Looking Back on the Way to Hawk's Rest
And Again, Looking Up the Yellowstone
The day ended at Hawk's Rest. Despite the pain, and to my surprise, I made it there by 4:30 or so. I walked by the national forest cabin there and was met by the volunteer manning it for the summer (Brad). We ended up talking for an hour and a half. Both a little light on human interaction as of late (though admittedly one more than the other). A pleasant discussion on the area and other trivialities. I ended up camping down on "Bear Box Row" I believe he called it. A few hundred yards North on the Yellowstone there were a series of bear boxes, all empty. I stashed my stuffed, had dinner, set up camp and went to sleep. One day left on the backpack.
Day 6:
Some painful fords early on and the trail opened up. My knee seemed to be doing better, and I picked up the pace. It was a little over 25 miles out and I wanted to get out early so I could drive to a campground a ways away, call home to let them know I was all right, and be set-up before dark.
Only a few feet below the top of the last pass I had to cross, my knee really went out. One moment to the next and it was gone. I saw a piece of shade less than 200 feet away and it took me over six minutes to get there. I began popping Advil, hoping if I took enough I could go on. Waiting for 15-30 minutes I was able to get up and began limping along the trail. When I got down to North Buffalo Meadow and the trail got flat, I was able to move a little faster. I ended up making it out by 3:30, which was pretty good considering. Feeling quite relieved (and realizing that I would not be able to go on anymore serious hikes this trip) I put my stuff away in my car and headed out. I drove out towards the Tetons and called home. Then headed back with the plan of camping in the Gros Ventres somewhere. On the way back I saw my Father on the side of the road; he was out in the area at the same time and by some strange coincidence he was there and I was able to spot him. We ended up camping together that night at Brooks Lake.
The Sun Setting from our Camping Site
Day 7:
My Dad took off in the morning for his own trip to the Thorofare (culminating in climbing Yount's Peak). I went back to the Gros Ventre Wilderness and drove up to Leidy Lake. I parked there and walked up Mount Leidy. There was a nice use trail up to the top, and the views were pretty darn good.
Coming up the Use Trail to Mt. Leidy
The View of the Tetons from the Top
Looking South From the Top, a Major Fire is Partially Visible
Upon returning, I drove a different route back. I washed-up in a river there, and took pictures as I drove back to the highway.
Looking at the Tetons from the Road Out
The Tetons Again
I went to the Gros Ventre campground and got a spot. I had planned on staying there anywhere, but now I was getting the spot for my parents who would show up in a few days. After getting things situated and hanging up all my wet stuff I went over for a gander into Teton National Park itself before the night came. then out to an overlook for some pictures.
The Grand Teton at Dusk
Moon and Sunset Over the South End of the Tetons
Day 8:
This day was a drive into the Gros Ventre Wilderness via the Slide Lake entrance. There was a rather major fire burning in the middle of it, and after a rather long drive into the park, past some good views and some fire camps I found the fire itself.
The Fire in the Gros Ventre Wilderness
After a drive out I spent the afternoon walking into Bear Paw Lake and reading there for a while. Dinner and some pictures and it was bed time again.
Mt. Moran
Moran Again, from Further North
Best Viewed in Full Screen, Stars Over the Tetons
Day 9:
This day featured a walk around Jenny Lake in Teton NP. Even with the knee, it was flat enough I could make it in pretty good time and it was a nice walk, with nice views and good memories.
Jenny Lake and Grand Teton
And Again the Grand
Stars Over the Tetons
Day 10 (Final):
I woke up early and drove down to Green River Lakes at the North end of the Wind Rivers. Since I knew it was my last day, I did a little more serious walk. Up above the second Green River Lake,
Squaretop Peaks Out, Taken from Between the Two Green River Lakes
Reflections in the Upper Green River Lake
Squaretop from Above the Upper Green River Lake
around the meadow there, up to Slide Lake and down to the campground.
Looking up Clear Creek Canyon on the Way to Slide Lake
Slide Lake Itself
Squaretop on the Way Back to the Car
I waited for night to come so I could take some star photos of Squaretop there, and then head out the next day. Sadly, as I waited, clouds moved in and moved in. By 11:00pm the moon was about as far gone as it could be for the picture to still work. There was complete cloud cover, obscuring my picture. I took a picture anyway, mostly out of spite.
Squaretop at Night, There was Supposed to Be Stars
I was unhappy about the way it ended, but with that feeling and knowing it was about to rain I decided to drive home that night instead of trying to set-up camp or wait another day. I got in the car and drove. It was a pretty long day, I had woken up at 5am that morning and it wasn't until around 6am the next day I finally reached home.
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