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Monthly Archives: January 2014
A Stormy Night Atop Devils Dome
We arrived atop Devils Dome late in the afternoon and set up camp. 
Though we were atop the peak snow fields nearby supplied us with water. The sunset was magnificent, but we watched it from inside our tent mesh because the mosquitoes were ravenous. 
Devils Dome affords a 360 degree view of Jack Mountain, to the south, Hozomeen to the north, The glaciated peaks of North Cascades National Park to the west and a broad expanse of the Pasayten to the east. 
After a wonderful dinner we quickly went to sleep excited about the beauty tomorrow promised.
Something woke me up. I lay for a moment with eyes closed, sensing. There was a stillness, which was odd seeing that I was camped on a mountain top, and the smell of rain in the air. Suddenly opening my eyes I saw that the sky was clouded over. I lay for another moment reluctantly picturing myself getting up and putting the rain fly on the tent when I saw the flicker of lightning in the eastern sky. I sat up looking…there was another flash…and another.
Quickly exiting the tent I stood scanning the sky. There was lightning to the east…then to the south, then again, to the west…the dark tumultuous sky was alive with flashes, the peaks briefly illuminated and then again black shapes…I looked on in wonder…and then it stated raining.
I quickly awoke my two companions and let them know that they needed to get up, get dressed and get out of the tent and give me a hand. At first they were both saying, “why don’t you just put on the rain fly and get back in, go back to sleep…” and I replied that if they stayed in the tent that they would miss the lightning show…that provided sufficient motivation and they were soon out of the tent, looking at the skies. The lightning was getting more intense, more frequent…we could see the glow of a fire to the west, over towards Ross Lake and the National Park boundary.
My plan was simple: get the rain fly on the tent, throw all our stuff in it, don our rain gear and then lie on the grass and watch the show. But my two friends had other ideas. One strongly advised that we immediately depart and head down the mountain to find shelter from the lightning. My other friend insisted on a more simple approach: do nothing and simply enjoy the storm. I started with the rain fly and loading the tent and soon they came to assist me.
Some one came up with the idea of planting our trekking poles in the ground, well away from the tent, to act as lightning rods (!). And so, now somewhat content with our preparations, we all watched.
The rain started to come down now. The wind picked up, strong gusts blowing across the summit. The flashes became more insistent, more frequent. With each flash the ridges between us suddenly appeared out of darkness, and then…gone back to my imagination, leaving lasting imprints of what had just been illuminated. From our vantage point we could see what looked like 6 or so fires burning…
On three sides of us there were regular flashes, every few seconds, another, and then another. The wind and rain continued unabated. In fact they increased along with the regularity of the lightning, each building to a crescendo. The lightning now seemed to take on a reddish hue, then green or blue (was it just my imagination?)
Transfixed by the sheer beauty, we had front row seats for natures own fireworks show, the best we had ever seen. Just as I was starting to edge towards getting the hell out of there the tempest began to lessen, the wind shifted. The lightning to the west, which seemed to head towards us, stopped.
And that was it! The storm cell had passed us by. The lightning to the east faded out and in its place we could now see the faint hint of the sun.
The date was 08/08/08. This was the opening night of the Olympics in Bejing, and we mused that the fireworks we had just seen surpassed theirs, hands down. It was also the scheduled date for the start up of the Large Hadron Collider and we considered that the lightning storm was a direct result of the resultant black holes now devouring earth. These points we avidly debated, but all agreed that the peak was rightly named: Devils Dome.
As the excitement died down my friends retired to sleep and I ventured forth to catch some of the morning light.
The Pasayten Wilderness is one of my favorite places in Washington, a land of mountains and rivers, steep valleys and meadows, wildflowers and zen like peace. This experience, on day 6 of our twelve day trek which started at the Canyon Creek Trail head on the North Cascades Highway.
Copper Ridge, North Cascades National Park
Copper Ridge is located in the northern section of the North Cascades National Park, in Washington. To get there from Bellingham you drive east on Highway 542, the Mount Baker Highway, past the town of Glacier and turn left on Forest Road 32, for Hannegan Pass. The road ends at a parking area and here your hike begins. The first 4 miles climb 2,000 ft. up to Hannegan Pass. Along the right are nice views of Nooksack Ridge. 
From the pass the trail descends and after 1 mile you reach boundary of North Cascades National Park and the trail junction with the Copper Ridge Trail. 
Any overnight stay in the National Park requires a permit, which you can obtain from the Ranger Station in Glacier. Permits are limited and first come first serve, be sure to get there at the crack of dawn (or even better right when the Ranger Station opens…) to snag a permit. Also, one little known tip is that you can get a permit one day before you start your trip, so if you can arrive and get a permit to camp at Selesia camp the next night then on your first night you can camp at the site just west of Hannegan Pass (which is not in the park, no permit needed).
From the trail junction you head north and up to Copper Ridge. Its another 3 miles until you reach Selesia Camp which is perches out along the ridge commanding fantastic views east towards Whatcom Peak and Mount Challenger 
and south towards Mount Shuksan and Mount Baker. 
No matter which wy you look from here the views are smashing. 
Continuing the hike north along the ridge (2 miles and 1,000 ft EG) soon brings you to the Copper Ridge Lookout, the highest point along the route commanding a sweeping view in all directions. 
The lookout is regularly manned with Park Rangers. Make sure to have your map available to spend time locating peaks all around. 
After soaking in the sun and views at the look out the trail now traverses over some rocky slopes for another 2 miles as it heads down to Copper Lake. Nestled in a nook along the ridge the lake sports a small island/peninsula offering a wonderful place for a swim. There is an official campground here, the last one before you exit Copper Ridge and plunge down to the Chilliwack. 
From Copper Lake your ridge hike continues another 5 miles of spectacular views. Waterfalls, meadows and gorgeous vistas abound. 
At about 11 miles from the start of the Copper Ridge Trail (16 miles from the car) the ridge hike ends and the trail plunges down more than 3,000 feet in less than three miles to the Chilliwack River with its sparkling waters and levitating salmon, but that’s a story for another day! 
Skagit Valley Tulip Images
These two images are from 2012, I was reviewing folders for a submission and found these two backlit shots.
And some Daffodil shots with nice lighting. 
All four are early morning shots. You just can’t beat the sky, and details from light at a low angle.
Hidden Canyon, Zion National Park
There are many hikes originating in Zion Canyon. From the visitors center you hop on a shuttle bus and ride up stream getting off at the various trail heads. About half way up is the stop for Hidden Canyon, Weeping Rock and Observation Point.
Last April we visited the park and stayed a week, doing many hikes, Hidden Canyon being one of them.
The trail starts with switchbacks, steep switchbacks!
Then the trail clings to the cliff while it swings around to a defile where there is a set of stairs.
Now the trail again hangs on the cliff while it rounds another bend.
The views start to open up of the valley below.
Now the trail plunges into the canyon, the narrow trail is full of amazing rock, fantastically colored and shaped.
On the way back we veered off and up to a high point of the ridge to see the valley below before heading back…
Hitchhiking to South America: Our Run-ins with a Lizard, a Coon-Ass and Rod Sterling
Our destination that day was La Porte, Texas, going to visit my sister. The plan was to see her for a day or two before we headed down to the border and crossed the river to Piedras Negras, into Mexico starting our long journey to the bottom of South America…but right now what we needed was someone to stop and pick us up!.
We were somewhere in eastern Louisiana, standing in a construction zone hitchhiking at what looked like an on-ramp. We didn’t wait for long, a white Camaro 
stopped and we grabbed our backpacks and ran up, asking the driver where he was headed and, hearing that it was clear across the state, we threw out monster backpacks in the trunk and jumped in.
The guy driving looked like he was in his mid 20’s, and seemed genuinely happy to have company. We were relieved to get out of the sun and hopeful to make it to my sisters place before dark.
Mark, my friend took a seat in the back and I sat up in front. Usually the main reason a person picks up hitchhikers (besides to rape and murder them) is to have company, someone to talk to. So it’s always smart to be friendly, be good at listening and keep the conversation going. The deal was that the person who sat in the front seat was the chatterer, and the person in back could just rest.
Our current trip had started in December, 10 months ago. Hitchhiking from Wrightstown, Pennsylvania to Quebec City, Canada (in the dead of winter), 
then south to Ft Lauderdale, Florida (where we worked for 9 months, saving for the trip to South America), then back to PA (to visit Mark’s folks), then on to Georgia (to visit mine), and now to Mexico (via a quick Hello to my sister)
We were 20 at the time, and had been friends since junior high school.
Andy and Mark in Ft Lauderdale – 1978
Mark was one of the smartest and easiest to get a long with people I had ever met. Which was a good thing because I didn’t score very high on either one of those two tests…
Anyway, the ride started off as usual, we swapped names and short stories and drove on for a bit. Jimmy (the dude driving) decided he wanted some beer and we hopped off the interstate to refuel and he got himself a six pack. My “this might get weird meter’ edged up a tiny bit, but, when one is hitchhiking no ones gonna complain about a little drinkin’ and drivin’.
As soon as our driver popped a can of beer he started in to explain to us that in Louisiana beer had exactly half the alcohol content of the other 49 states. (Something we did not know). He painted a rich picture of Saturday nights filled with raucous drinking and lots of fighting…The point was that halving the alcohol content of beer would hopefully lessen the mayhem.
I was interested to hear about Jimmy’s life and he explained more thoroughly what things were like. He told us about the railroad tracks and which side was the right one, the point being the white and black folks got along just fine down here, both sides clearly knowing their proper place.
As Jimmy told us these stories he was quite cheerful. There were stories of huntin’ gators, and skinnin’ ‘em, a few tall tales of fishing and shrimpin’, lots of stories about boats, swamps and more about fighting…
As he progressed on to the second beer he mentioned quite a few times that he considered himself to be a Coon Ass. This was another new idea to us northern white boys. Although Jimmy talked for a while about the Coon Ass persona, we never did get a complete understanding of what, exactly, a coon ass was, 
other than he was one and was mighty proud of it.
By the time he was into the third or fourth beer the conversation veered into his personal life, he described some recent upsets with his sister and Mom. I don’t recall the specifics, something about the sheriff and being thrown out of the house, and as he got more and more into this area of his life he became more and more emotional, then louder and angrier. At one point the anger turned into tears of rage and he started to drive erratically. He reached into his boot and pulled out a pistol, which he waved around while crying and swearing about his good for nuthin sister.
The meter for weird shit had broken the 5 mark at this point (It’s a 0 to 10 scale) and both Mark and I were very vocal in calmly acknowledging Jimmy and getting him to see that swerving around the interstate while drinking beer and waving a gun was most likely not a real good idea.
Things calmed down and we all got silent as we hurtled west on the interstate. Along I-10 there abouts the interstate was a divided highway, two lanes each direction. The terrain was all very flat, grasses and shrubs along the road side, which was elevated up on a mound about 10 feet above the surrounds. It was late September and the area along the road was not too wet, but it looked like in the rainy season the place would be filled with water. We could not see the other two lanes of freeway headed back east, we were separated by a wide swath of woods and swamp.
Mark was now snoozing in the back seat and soon the heat of mid-day got to me as well and I started to nod off.
I woke up when my head sharply thumped the roof of the Camaro.
Jimmy had driven right off the interstate!
We were doing about 60 or 70 when, apparently, he dozed off and we took off, airborne, and headed right into the brush. 
We were, all three of us, totally shocked and stunned. The car windows were all down and now it seemed that we were sitting in a jungle, there were green branches sticking in all 4 windows…First, we took an inventory to see if we were hurt (all okay!) and then as Mark and I started to ask Jimmy what was going on, he suddenly started the engine, put the car in reverse and floored it. We had come to rest about 100 feet from the highway, and he steered us back following the swath we had just cut, faster and faster. By the time we neared the highway we were doing about 50 (in reverse), the car hit the sloped embankment, flew in the air and just like a scene from “Dukes of Hazard” bottomed out on the interstate, sparks a flyin.
We sat there stunned at the sheer stupidity of what he had just done and grateful that there didn’t happen to be any trucks hurtling down on us. Jimmy adroitly shifted into drive and we were off, headed back west again!
This entire sequence, driving off and then back on the freeway had taken only a few moments during which time the weird meter had just gone off the dial to “how do we get the fuck out of here”.
So, Jimmy is back driving now, being very apologetic. We are telling him, man, that is some fucked up shit, dude, you just drove off the fucking highway, and then back on like that, what the fuck is wrong with you, were all incredibly fucking lucky to be alive…”. He was very sorry, a little teary eyed, like he was upset that he had let us down, and also worried that we wouldn’t like him anymore…then we recalled the gun in his boot, and so we changed our tune and told him, “Oh man, no problem, coulda happened to anyone, don’t worry, yeah , were fine…”
Drove a few more miles like that, trying to calm ourselves, smoking cigarettes, being cool about everything, when I looked down and saw a small lizard sitting right there in the ashtray, between me and Jimmy, and I say, “Hey, look, a lizard!”. 
Not a good idea…Jimmy took one look at the lizard and started screaming. He started swatting the ashtray with his hat while spewing curses about lizards and such, then he suddenly let go of the steering wheel and started to climb out the drivers window. (We were going 80 at the time). As we started to head off the road (again), I grabbed the wheel with one hand, and Jimmy with the other and some how kept us on the road and our driver in the car.
Jimmy settled down a tiny bit and reluctantly took the wheel back, still agitated about the lizard and wanting us to make certain that he was gone. Mark and I explained that we were SURE that the lizard had jumped out of the car (if he valued his life), and made like we were searching, both reporting every second or two that there was definitely NO lizard to be seen anywhere.
It was one of the funniest things I had ever experienced before in my entire life, and it was all I could do to not laugh out loud…but I got the idea that our pal Jimmy might not find it so funny.
Well at this point we were in virgin territory as it were, regarding the weird meter. We were so far off the fucking dial, we might as well have been in a different dimension…all we needed next was Rod Serling from Twilight Zone to appear next to Mark in the back seat…
My main worry was that the lizard was still IN the car and would show himself again, setting off a new opportunity to crash and die…
So, Mark and I are sitting there, exchanging glances with each other of “What do we do now, how do we get out of this mess alive?”, etc. but of course not saying anything for fear that we would further upset our host.
I all of a sudden got a brilliant idea and say, “Hey, Mark what time is it?” Mark says the time and I say, “Wow! Man, we need to stop somewhere soon and call my sister, let her know where we are and when we’ll get there…”
At this point on the highway there are few exits, its all green and flat and its miles before the next stop…I say, “Hey Jimmy, like, maybe we can stop at the next exit, we’ll get out, you know, you can just leave us, and we’ll call my sister, you don’t have to wait, just drop us off, and we’ll call her and the keep hitchhiking”…
But Jimmy didn’t like this idea, he said, I’ll stop, and just wait for you, you can call her and then I’ll keep driving y’all. The idea that we would leave him, abandon him as it were, made him visibly upset, and he was adamant that he would keep driving us until he needed to get off the interstate.
You guys aren’t mad at me, for driving off the highway and all are ya? No, way! We just need to call my sister, she’s probably real worried and (all made up bullshit) .
Anyway, this went on for a while, Jimmy not wanting to stop (we even passed two exits while having this discussion), us explaining that it had nothing to do with his driving…or him.
I gotta admit those next few miles were a little worrisome, wondering if he would stop, pondering the idea of us simultaneously jumping from a car doing 70 on the freeway, wondering how we would make it to South America without our backpacks…
But we did finally see signs for an exit, only it wasn’t a real exit, it was just a rest area. Fuck fuck fuck, what to do, so we just insisted that he stop so we could call my sister, Laurie. The whole time he is pulling off he is telling us that he’ll wait for us, that we doesn’t want to just drop us off….
We pull into the rest area, which is busy with lots of people and drive towards the building with the rest rooms, and there are parking slots, lined up diagonal in front…we pull into the slot next to the wheel chair ramp, and somehow he gets the front right wheel of the car onto the ramp, then turns left…the result is that the front right wheel is up (the sidewalk is 2 feet high) on the sidewalk, and the front left wheel is somehow dangling in air…he panics a little, saying, wtf, how did I do that? And tries to back up, but the back left bumper of the car gets firmly wedged against the asphalt, and the car won’t budge…we try rocking it, nothing, then he floors it and there is smoke but no movement…thinking fast, we say, let us get our backpacks out of the trunk.
He is leery, and we say that my sister’s phone number is in an address book in the backpack…and we add that taking all the weight of our backpacks out of the trunk may help get the car unstuck. We agree that we’ll take the packs out, make the call and then we will help him get the car unstuck and we’ll continue…
So, we get our packs, shoulder them and make a b-line for the end of the ramp, heading back onto the freeway, Jimmy is standing there, with the car, stuck as stuck can be, calling after us. He can see that we are not headed to the pay phone. We don’t look back but boogie down the ramp back to the interstate, going as fast as we can…we get to the place where the ramp merges on the highway and start hitchhiking…praying to anyone or anything in the entire universe who could possibly help that we get a ride right NOW…
It seemed that the ramp endlessly long, more than a quarter mile long actually. From where we were standing to hitchhike we couldn’t see Jimmy or the white Camaro.
We were laughing and nervously joking about what had happened, just relieved to be away from Jimmy and the white car of death…we stuck out our thumbs with real intention, but no cars stopped…I started to get pictures of Jimmy pulling up to us and insisting that he give us a ride the rest of the way to where ever he was going to get off the interstate… After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a minute or two, we started trying to flag cars down, jumping up and down and waving our arms…still no one stopped.
We were more serious and intent to get the fuck out of there, when mercifully, a car stopped. We sprinted (with our 75 pound backpacks) up to the car; they were headed to back home, to New Mexico, and would drop us off at the junction with the highway that headed south from the interstate to La Porte.
We got in, quiet for a few minutes, both of us nervously looking back for signs of Jimmy in the white car of death zooming to catch up to us, ready to make amends and complete our journey, but there was no sign of him.
As it dawned on us that we were free at last we started to loosen up and laugh. We relayed the highlights of the ride and our run-in with a real live coon ass to the people now transporting us, but like you, they didn’t believe a word we said…
Skagit Valley Tulip: RAW vs. JPEG
These images are from 2012. I recently revisited these images with new found skills using Photoshop Camera RAW.
If you are not capturing your images as RAW, you really should start! Even of you don’t have PS or know how to use it, some day you may…and when that day comes and you see all that you can do you will be most happy that you have your “old” images stored somewhere as RAW files… 
Here are the original files of the images above.
RAW Image Manipulation
Between mundane tasks like work and exercise I try to entertain myself by studying PS books and navigating the mental fog to apply new techniques for image manipulation.
My most recent “new” technique are the brushes in Camera RAW.
Here is an image in its untouched state: 
And here is the finished version.
After opening the image in Camera RAW and hitting “auto” for the exposure setting almost all the additional changes were made with the brushes, altering saturation, clarity, contrast and exposure on various sections, one at a time.
Its a new way to bring out colors and textures. The image is taken at Point of the Arches, Olympic National Park.
Barn Project
The generally dull, gray and wet winter months do not afford as many colorful photogenic opportunities as the other three seasons prompting me to come up with a new idea of what to capture.
Recently I had posted a few images of old barns and several people commented that they just loved them and wanted to see more and so the Barn Project was born.
A simple search turned up a Skagit County Heritage Barn web site, complete with images, descriptions and directions to each barn.
I am just getting started but here are a few images of Barns of Skagit County!
Sahale Glacier Camp Panoramas
These two shots are from Sahale Glacier Camp in North Cascades National Park. Each image below is composed of 2 shots photomerged in CS 6. I opened the two images to be connected in Camera Raw and synchronized my changes, lightening and darkening the sky and foreground with brushes and then used the automated photomerge option. A first for me and I am pleased with the results!
North Western Images - photos by Andy Porter 