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The Swell

If I could sum up southern Utah with one word it might be “access.” While living in Alaska, I learned how much I used to take that for granted. Now, living in Utah, I can go almost anywhere I want to via road or trail. There is little need to strike up an expedition when you can usually get to where you want to go in an Expedition. Within three hours, Seth and I had already left the confusion of Salt Lake City behind and hitched our steel wagon by the Upper Black Box Trailhead. Seth and I both agree that calling it a trail would be generous. We wandered and strayed here and there more than a meandering river at times.

Upper Black Box Canyon

However, the payoff was a grand view down into a steep-walled, black canyon with the San Rafael flowing far below our feet. Heights have a way of dividing people, and Seth and I were no exception. I have a love for high places, and I feel at home near the edge, while Seth feels more at home 25 yards away from it. I do not mean to say that I do not respect high places, but that I enjoy the perspective they give to the viewer. It is similar to gazing at the Milky Way, which I will talk about later.

Set Ewing Looking across the swell towards the snow-capped mountains to the east

On the way back to the Xterra, I couldn’t help but stare at all of the rock around me. Geology and photography cause my gaze to be drawn up and down at a nearly constant rate. I must look very agreeable while hiking, my head bobbing up and down. Maybe one day one of those Dippy Birds will follow me home and call me, “Momma!” Who knows? When Seth and I returned to the SUV, we were both starting to get hungry and in need of three of the four Thoreauvian necessities: food, shelter and fuel.

Seth sending sonorous strains forth from his Irish whistle while watching the sunset Hungrily, Seth quickly sets up his cookstove on an agreeable slab of red sandstone Seth preparing his freeze-dried dinner in the fading sunlight

With the warm, late-afternoon sun descending towards the horizon, we quickly set up camp on a central ridge overlooking the river and surrounded by steep canyon walls and vistas. Seth was content enough to sit in his Crazy Creek camp chair, filling the air with energetic notes from his Irish whistle, while I busied myself with my camera and tripod, hoping to capture the last few rays of Golden Hour sunlight. Again, we find ourselves seemingly at odds, Seth with his stationary position and I with my frantic movements back and forth across the plateau. Rapid reports emanating from my camera along with the jovial notes from Seth’s whistle formed an odd symphony in the rapidly cooling air; the sun had set.


Next week's post: The Night


The sun has set; the frigid desert night rapidly approaches



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San Rafael Swell: Part One - The Desert  

I wrote this multi-post story a year ago, and I have since rediscovered it. The ideas I had while writing this story still hold true to my life. Enjoy! 



The Desert


People are drawn to the desert. Something in us is drawn to these sparse yet ever shifting landscapes. Maybe it’s through the desolation and the wide open spaces that we derive some comfort or even learn something new about ourselves. We see this personal reflection throughout history. There must be a reason why the old prophets retreated to the desert and not to the cities or forests. Jesus himself went to the desert alone to be tempted by the devil for forty days. Could it be some kind of proving grounds for our innermost thoughts? Ephedra plant out in the Swell

It seems like the desert is a place where you can rest your mind and let the important things shine through. Of course, where else can you find a more perfect picture of resilience and endurance? There are trees growing out of rocks, lizards basking in the sun while you are dying to hide from it, or fresh springs bubble up from out of nowhere. For myself, I wanted to go to the desert to absorb the beauty and breathe in the dry, alkaline air, to be cut off from society so that my thoughts were the only chatter I could hear. There was no man in black fleeing across the desert with a gunslinger in hot pursuit, but I found the San Rafael Swell in Utah to be romantic enough without the help of Western poets and novelists.

Thankfully, I had my roommate, Seth, for company. His reasons for trudging through the Swell were not entirely clear to me, but I do know that he wanted his new Xterra to drive on something other than pavement, as well as to hike some of the trails in the area. I hadn't planned on going out to the desert in the first place, but his arguments were both logically sound, and they played well to my passion for photography.


Next week's post: The Swell

Cross-bedded sandstones of the Swell

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Late-Night Light Stalking I couldn't get enough of the snow yesterday! It's been over a year since I have seen snowfall like this. It reminds me of my time in Fairbanks, Alaska. How I miss those day! After my memorable fat bike ride through the morning snow (see previous post), I set out to explore on foot at night. The way my neighborhood works is that everyone goes to bed at 9:00pm. After that, it's a ghost town, and I like it that way.

I frequently walk around the neighborhood around this time because it is peaceful, leaving my mind free to wander without distraction or interruption. Looking back at these photos, I shouldn't be so surprised at how personal they are. Many of my thoughts translated well to the photographic format. However, I may be the only person who sees it. That's the mystery behind any art form.

One of the challenges of photographing in a snowstorm is keeping those pesky flakes off of the lens and out of the camera bag. Usually, I like to hunt with one lens, but I love how the NIKKOR 14-24 mm f/2.8 operates at night. After all, I originally purchased the lens to take photographs of the aurora borealis. It is an excellent piece of glass. Alongside that lens, I carried a substantially lighter NIKKOR 50 mm prime lens to capture that painterly quality. Lastly, I threw my not so light Manfrotto/Benro tripod over my shoulder.

Sounds were quickly muted by the snow, and I was aware of the sound of my equipment rocking back and forth as I walked down the wet, empty streets. Light from all around the city reflected off of the thick cloud cover, casting a pale, fulvous color over everything. I marched past Christmas lights, darkened homes, and the shifting pale-blue light from televisions in upstairs windows. It was late, much later than 9:00pm.

I was feeling very awake and restless, the cup of yerba maté I had consumed was clearly doing the job. I made it to Creekside Park where I had biked only 12 hours before. There were kids sledding down a small hill, but it must have been their last run for the night because they quickly got off of their sleds and headed to the car. Now, I was the only person around, walking intentionally through the deep snow.

Even though the water was flowing through Cottonwood Creek at a vigorous pace, its sounds were heavily muffled by the fresh snow. Once I was deep into the woods, all sounds ceased except for the ringing in my ears. I took some long exposures within the dark woods, and played around with movement and focal lengths; I really like the results.

Now that we are all thoroughly dizzy, I will say that I always learn something new when I pursue night photography. Sometimes I learn new ways to use my camera and equipment, while other times I discover new things about myself. Either way, it's cheap therapy for body, mind, and soul.




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Fatbiking on Fresh Snow in Salt Lake City Fat Bike Lean in the Snow

Yesterday, Salt Lake City citizens awoke to several inches of snow everywhere outside. It was the first real snow dump I have witnessed during my short time here in Utah. Last winter was a let down, and this one has been only slightly better. The cars and driveway at my place were buried under 7-8 inches of snow. To help out my fellow roommates and the city, I shoveled our driveway and cleared my truck from the street before the plow trucks could schlepp through. 

Ever since I moved to the Holladay area, I have been a frequent visitor of Creekside Park. It is a multi-use park that is larger than it initially appears on a cursory glance. It's claim to fame is its disc golf course, one of the first in the country to be built. My friends, roommates, and I play the course on a regular basis. I love walking through the tall trees, the rolling fields, and along Cottonwood Creek. As winter drew closer, I would try to imagine what the park would look like after a good snowstorm. I don't have to imagine anymore.

Vivid Contrast of Snow and Water The snow at the park was deeper than at my house, especially in the open canopy areas. Luckily, I had my snow bibs and boots on for this ride. Snow kept sticking to the insides of the rims of my wheels, and I had to stop every so often to shake it loose. The ride was slow but contemplative; it gave me time to take in my surroundings. There was no one else around, apart from the birds and ducks.

A Wild Fatbike in a Tree There was some heavy lifting involved on this ride as I would come across some fallen trees in my path. It took great effort to avoid touching the low-hanging branches and bringing down a world of cold on my exposed, tender neck. The air was very warm and moist, my jacket quickly shed from my back. Snow was sticking to every part of the bike now.

Winter Landscape Scene by Cottonwood Creek Hanging Leaves Over Cottonwood Creek

Pedaling up the open, rolling hills on the backside of the park was difficult thanks to the slushy snow; There was definitely some hike-a-bike. However, riding down the hills was a blast! I felt like I was hovering just on top of the loose snow as I descended. Up and down, up and down. All that was missing was the ski lift.

Fatbike Resting by the Water

My ride meandered back into the woods and along Cottonwood Creek where I found a paddling of ducks silently floating on the water. As I watched them, there arose a loud, low sound of falling snow. In the same moment, a flock of ducks burst through the snow-clouded air and quivered down to the water's edge, shaking off the loose snow from their wings. I was kicking myself for not having my telephoto lens handy with me. That shot would have been spectacular!

You Can Lead a Fatbike to Water... I heard another whooshing sound behind me. This time, however, it was a man on cross-country skis. He slowly glided by without noticing me down by the water. Preserving the silence of the air, I decided to not say hello but to mount my porcine pony, my beefy bronco, my fat filly, my stout stallion (and so much more), and chart a path back home. After riding through thick, wet snow for a long time, the firm sensation of concrete under my tires was strange, not unlike getting off of a trampoline.

Water Play in Cottonwood Creek

Fatbikes never cease to amaze me! I've been riding mine for years now, and I still get giddy when I get out and ride. They bring out so many emotions reminiscent of childhood, that fun, carefree feeling of freedom. I would encourage my reader(s?) to go ride a fatbike, nay, ride a lot of them! Each fatbike has its own personality and geometry. Find one that suits you best and go ride anywhere you want, when you want, and have fun!




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Ash Grey Winter Sky


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Global Fat Bike Day 2015 Global Fat Bike Day 2015

December 5th was Global Fat Bike Day, a day where those in the worldwide fat bike community get out and collectively ride their beloved fat bikes. The day was coined three years ago by some nameless British fellows as a way to bring the fat-biking community together. Each year the event grows larger thanks to the increasing demand for these burly bikes, which can float over pretty much every terrain you throw at them. Frequently mislabeled as "winter" bikes, fat bikes were not originally designed for snow but for sand. Since their invention and subsequent popularity, fat bikes can now be seen riding all over the place and in every type of condition.

JR and his steed getting ready to ride.


My friend JR and I decided to head up to Strawberry Reservoir to ride our fat bikes. Since it has been a low snow year so far (a more common occurrence these days), we were not sure what the conditions would be like until we arrived. We crested the last summit before our descent into the valley and were greeted to a fog bank worthy of San Fransisco. The road was covered with loose snow that tugged the truck this way and that. Diffuse morning sunshine backlit the bare trees with a beautiful buttery warmth that every photographer longs for, at least I do. 

My ride waiting patiently at the trailhead.


The pullout for the trailhead was perfectly blanketed with fresh snow and showed no signs of any other visitors. The air was moist on account of the fog, but we could already see that the fog was going to be short-lived, much to my dismay--I love foggy photos! We covered ourselves with jackets, gloves, and snow pants, thinking that the moist, cold breeze would chill us down quickly. Boy, were we wrong! It was sweltering out there!


We reached the edge of the lake and threw off our gloves, hats, you name it, it was off in a flash. The toasty sun had made quick work of the dense fog, and we were left looking out over the icy reservoir to the powdered hills beyond. The surface of the lake was moderately frozen over, just enough to bravely venture out a bit. JR and I did some impromptu curling with sandstone rocks that weren't frozen to the earth. They glided easily across the clear, bubbly ice and came to a restful halt hundreds of feet away. 



  Grass poking up through fresh snow Making our way down to the lake. Fresh tracks disappear into the snow.

Suddenly, there was a strange echoing sound from what sounded like deep in the lake, a sound I have never encountered in nature. If you have ever stretched a Slinky out and listened to the sound it makes in the coil, that is similar to the sound we were hearing only amplified all around us. Honestly, I could stand there listening to it all day! I imagine the sound was from stress on the ice or from escaping gas. Either way it sounded otherworldly, like a science fiction laser blast underwater.

Spooky Lake SoundsWhat does it mean?

Have a listen and tell me what you think it sounds like:

Impromptu curling match on the ice

Biking through the snow around the lake, we passed several boats that were out on the unfrozen portion of the lake. We didn't stop to ask how the fishing was, but I bet it was pretty good. The snow depth was highly variable, and on more than one occasion, JR and I had to do some pushing and postholing through deep snow. Once we rejoined the road, the ride back to the truck was swift and cooling, but in a good way; It was still very warm out. Cockpit view of my fat bike

Not a bad way to spend Global Fat Bike Day! It was my first time celebrating outside of Alaska, which made it feel a little strange. However, the company was good and the ride was warm. I couldn't really ask for more than that. Also, I would like to go back to that area and explore way more. There are trails up there for days, not to mention some killer ice fishing. Look out for those fatties!


Happy Riding!




Perfect day for a ride through the snow

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Autumn Leaves, Raking Up Ideas Bare catalpa tree and storm clouds

I love when the air turns crisper, the leaves break out in their bright colors, and the holiday season seems closer than ever. Eventually, the leaves fall off of the trees, and the landscape takes on a much gloomier appearance. Hopefully, the snow isn't too far behind. Nothing like a good snow to brighten up the place.

My job has been slow lately, and I have been told not to come in to work. Annoying as that is, I must remain productive with my time. So, I turned my attention to my home. The yard is buried, not under snow, but under layers and layers of leaves; it's pretty bad out there. Tyler, the owner of the house, had surgery on his wrist and cannot do any household chores. The leafy responsibility must fall on me.

Maple Leaf Against a Break in the Clouds Seed Pod Harvest











Looking at the massive piles of leaves, the task of raking seemed insurmountable. The bags of leaves were multiplying, but the piles didn't seem to be getting any smaller. I felt like I was at a standstill, spinning out my tires where I stood. There was clearly forward progress, as evidenced by the giant stack of bags, but I wanted this job done faster.

Chores have always had a clearing effect on my mind, causing my thoughts to point inward. Honestly, in my life, I can see forward progress, but I am not getting to where I want to be fast enough. I imagine everyone feels this way about their lives from time to time. Opportunities slip through my grasp like handfuls of leaves; Patience and persistence are key. All of this may sound bleak and gloomy, but let me be clear about one thing; I am not unhappy. These kinds of situations are typically the beginnings of something new.

In the meantime, mountains of leaves are raised, then razed; I filled up twenty-seven bags and sent them on their way; Now, on to something new.

Fallen Leaf on a Log
Spades take up leaves Wedged Beauty in a Tree
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?


Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost



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Moab Adventures: Bikes, Jeeps, and Dinosaurs

"Now that's a dinosaur footprint!" My own foot looked so small when compared alongside the footprint of an Allosaurus. I followed the tracks along a bedding plane of red sandstone until they disappeared under the overlying rock, my stride exaggerated as I try in vain to keep my feet next to the big tracks. While this is going on, J.R. is rolling his slider over some other theropod tracks, getting some footage for his documentary. 
Dinosaur tracks just outside of Moab, Utah.
We had arrived in Moab early, before the rest of the group from Hyland Cyclery, just to do some exploring. Moab is the perfect place for the adventurous to satiate their desire to explore (Although, I never seem to get enough.) There is too much to do and see! The principle reason for this trip was to mountain bike some of the trails Moab is famous for.

J.R. and I followed the M&M trail back a few miles, stopping to look at the dinosaur bones poking out of the rocks to our right. Our stomachs eventually turned us back towards town to hunt for food and coffee. You can never have enough coffee!

After a short stop in the local museum, I learned some interesting facts about the history of mountain biking in Moab. For instance, in 1982, the first mountain bike arrived in Moab, only to be used for herding cattle. Also, the famous Slickrock trail was originally meant for dirt bikes. "What changed?" you may not be asking yourself. I'll tell you anyways. It was the invention of the bicycle suspension fork. Now people are riding their bikes all over the freaking place! Enough history for now. Where were we staying?

Nighttime in the Desert

Luckily for us, we had a pair of beautiful condos to stay in and rest for the weekend. It was nice to have comfy beds to crawl into after J.R. and I spent most of the first night standing out in Canyonlands freezing to death while our camera shutters clicked away (Time-lapse photography is a slow and sometimes painful process.) In addition, the rest of the gang were pretty thankful to have a place to rest after their long ordeal up and down the Magnificent Seven and Portal trails.

I knew that my rigid fatbike wouldn't stand a chance on either one of those trails (remember the suspension fork?), J.R. and I decided to ride the Moab Brands (Bar M) trails outside of town all morning. Originally, the trail names were based on cattle brands that spell out M-O-A-B, but now there are many more trails to choose from. Fatbiking the Trails  We cruised around and did a few loops before going into town for a breakfast burrito at Eklecticafe.

A Frigid and Starry Night in Canyonlands

Determined to enjoy more of what makes Moab a great place, J.R. and I hopped into his lifted Jeep Cherokee and clambered up Gemini Bridges Trail. We made our way slowly up the narrow and steep trail that into the canyon ahead. Surprisingly, we were passed by a small orange Suzuki car who zoomed by us without a care when we had enough room for him to pass. It's as if the sheer drop on the driver's side of the car didn't even exist to him. Interestingly, his license plate read ATHEIST.

The little orange car that could wasn't the only traveler on the trail. Inside the canyon the trail was littered with mountain bike gangs, Jeep trains, and the occasional pieced-together rock crawler. J.R. and I waited patiently for all of the dust to clear before we parked the Jeep and began exploring on foot.

I took out my trusty Nikon D800 and began crawling all over the place looking for the primo angles, while J.R. was busying himself with his GoPro and drone. The familiar angry bee sound of his drone could be heard echoing back and forth off of the sheer red canyon walls. My camera's shutter added some staccato rhythm to the technology symphony that was going on. 

The climax of the trail certainly was at the top of the canyon where we could almost see the full horizon line around us. We both set up our tripods on a rocky ledge and photographed the brilliant sunset over Moab and the surrounding La Sal Mountains. It's moments like this that keep me coming back to this place. The brightness of the colors screaming at the backs of your eyes is diametrically opposed to the utter silence which massages your eardrums. It's jarring and calming all at the same time. 



J.R. Flying the Drone in the Canyon Sunset from the Trail


Sunset on the La Sal Mountains J.R. Setting up His Camera



















The threat of the next winter storm looming on the distant horizon was enough to get our attention. We scurried down quickly to the highway and arrived at the condos just as the light faded over the mountains. Finding the place empty, the big question on our minds was where is everybody? It was clear that the rest of the group hadn't returned from the ride, and we were both worried. Cell service is very spotty so there wasn't much hope of reaching anyone on the trail.

We didn't have to wait too long. Finally, some people began trickling into the condos well after dark. Once we had figured out where everyone was at, half of us were sent to pick up riders while the other half picked up the parked cars. After the last group arrived at the condo, food and rest seemed to be at the top of everyone's list. It's amazing what food, water, and good company do to one's spirit! The night was jovial, albeit brief for those most exhausted. In the morning, we casually made our way to breakfast, and began gathering our things together to go home.

It's interesting to look back and think about all of the great things that happened that weekend. Everyone got to have fun and go on adventures, and no one got hurt in the process (win!). Trips like this one always go by way too fast. When you have twenty people in two condos you never get to sit down and talk with everyone, either. I think the most important thing that I learned on the trip came from those dinosaur tracks. Don't try to walk in the footprints of others, but rather walk at your own pace and be happy about it.

Dinosaur Tracks Along the Trail


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Salt Lake City Night Timelapse Salt Lake City Night TimelapseTimelapse over Salt Lake City at night with a summer thunderstorm off in the distance. Salty dust can be seen blowing across the city to the left.

My nose wrinkled when I stepped outside my front door. "What is that smell?" The balmy, dry Utah air smelled of brine and dust much like the ocean breeze, but fouler. The normally calm summer night was replaced with gusty winds that were picking up dust from the Great Salt Lake to the north. Lightning was flashing in the distance, however, the rain would not fall tonight. 

I wanted to take some photographs of the night sky, with the conjunction of Venus and Jupiter well under way. I had caught a glimpse of the event from the front window as I was gathering up my camera equipment. Once the clouds and wind had moved across the valley, there was little hope of capturing the celestial dance tonight. Determined to make the most of the situation, I drove east towards Mount Olympus. The trailhead that leads up to the summit of Mount Olympus was full of starry-eyed teenagers perched on concrete barricades overlooking the city lights. 

"Why did I wear flip-flops, and why didn't I bring my headlamp?" The Mount Olympus Trail attracts heavy traffic from tourists and locals alike, as evidenced by the beaten and packed down dirt along the way. Giant's stairs made the climb much faster but more tedious with a camera and tripod. In the dim glow from the city lights, I could just make out the trail and the rocky obstacles as I arrived at a rather large rocky outcrop looming over the streets below. From this perch I set up my camera and tripod.

Timelapses haven't been my thing, however, just today I was having a conversation about just that with a roommate of mine. So, the idea was fresh on my mind. The Nikon D800 has a delightful timelapse feature that compiles the entire thing in-camera, leaving me nothing to do afterwards except minor corrections, of course. I shot this timelapse using my NIKKOR 14-24 mm lens with a fast exposure and interval to give it that smooth look. The lightning continued to flash and occasionally streak across the sky. Without the actual photographs, these are reduced to quick flashes in the final video. The salty dust cloud was easier to see blowing across the city from right to left in the frame, too. 

All in all, it was an enjoyable evening from a beautiful vantage point that I had never visited before. Also, I was able to put my hands on a rocky outcrop which, I have to admit, hasn't happened in quite some time. Please enjoy the brief video and feel free to leave comments at the bottom.

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Sourdough Crust Pizza  

Sourdough Crust PizzaSourdough Crust Pizza

I had no intention of starting my new blog with a blurb about some food experiment I conducted today. However, those who know me best may think it a fitting introduction. Cooking and eating are part of who I am, and I cannot consider myself a true cook unless I try some new flavors and ideas. This particular adventure started out much like my normal bread-making routine. My love for sourdough bread began when I lived in Alaska, a place where sourdough still retains a long, rich history. A friend showed me a book by Chad Robertson about the art of bread-making, and soon I was baking with a copy of my own; it really is a great book! Sourdough Crust PizzaSourdough Crust Pizza

This same sourdough recipe--which I have now committed to memory--was what I was following when an idea crumbled on my head like grated parmesan cheese (Oh, what lovely imagery!). While I had the dough out on the table, I chopped off a small piece using my bench knife and prepared it alongside the other larger dough balls that were for my bread. I cranked up the oven to as high as I could--"She can't take much more, Captain!"--and threw a greased-up pan into the oven. Now, the toppings I used are all from the salad bar at the grocery store, making them a lot cheaper than buying all of the vegetables separately. I picked this trick up from another blog, called Budget Bytes.

Once everything was properly preheated, I gently stretched out the dough, draping it over the back of my hands and rotating it until the dough was nice and thin. I quickly set the stretched dough on the hot baking sheet and added my delicious toppings. After all of that, the only thing left to do was to set the whole thing into the inferno that was my oven and wait fifteen minutes. The smell--Oh!--the smell was so fantastic! The flavor that followed was immensely pleasurable, both from the tasty ingredients and from the taste of success. All in all, it was a worthwhile experiment. Round two isn't far off in the future. Is there a pizza diet out there?

Crispy crust with a soft, warm centerCrispy crust with a soft, warm center

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