Going on an Elk Hunt

14 08 2011

You would think that spotting an elk in the wilderness would be a special occasion.  We did too when we went searching for a herd of elk one evening on an off road trail.  We kicked up rocks and plenty of dust as we drove along the off road trails near the Grand Canyon and we were rewarded by coming across a herd of elk bulls.  We crept into the tall grass to take photos as these bulls with huge racks of antlers were feeding on their evening meal.

Even after we’d gotten back in the car and were far away from the herd we were still whispering.  We saw another elk bull munching on some grass right beside the road.  And a mixed herd complete with babies by one of the watering holes.

 

By the time we’d gotten back from our ride, we’d seen a ton of elk, mule deer, and I realized I may have a little fear of heights after we’d climbed the Lookout Tower at Grandview Point and it made me a little shaky.

We thought we’d really spotting something special seeing so many Elk that night, that is until we woke up the next morning to watch the sunrise and found that they were all over the main Grand Canyon Lodge grounds, and then to find that our campground was filled with Elk during Happy Hour.

So, if at first you don’t succeed…try again at dawn or dusk.





Yes. It is a Grand Canyon

14 08 2011

Who’s idea was it to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon??  Who’s idea was it to hike an extra 3 miles to Plateau Point to get a glimpse of the Colorado River??

Who’s idea was it to look at the “Warning DO NOT go past Indian Garden as a Summer Day Hike” after we finished our 12 mile, 3000 ft, 10 hour hike down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and most importantly, back up?

Regardless of who’s idea it was.   We did it.  WE DID IT!   I can’t believe we did it.

August 8, 2011 at 6:20am, Nathan, Jonathan and I started our hike down Bright Angel Trail.  We were bright-eyed and bushy tailed, and skipped merrily along the path, which was still encroached in shade.  We took time to pose for photos, take in the views of the Grand Canyon as the sun was rising over the cliffs, and it was so quiet we heard the stirring of chipmunks in the trees and mule deer eating their morning meal.

We blew right past the first rest area, without even having to top up our water bottles.  Then we started seeing some uphill traffic.  There was no random chatter from the hikers heading back to the top of the canyon, unless it was to ask how far the next rest area was.  Hmmmm…just a little bit intimidating.  People were hiking back up to the top with full overnight packs and camping gear.  Even in this early stage of the hike we felt sorry for them.

We made it to the 3 Mile Rest House and decided to keep on and we were rewarded for our efforts at Indian Garden.  Think lush green trees, vibrant cactus, and the sound of running water through a creek bed.  The best part – plenty of shade!  We made it to the desert floor at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.  But did we stop here?  Oh no – let’s keep going? What’s another 1.5 miles to get to Plateau Point and see the Colorado River????

The difference between Indian River and Plateau Point is SHADE.  We hiked 1.5 miles to the edge of a cliff in 110 degree heat in the blazing sun.  But we made it.  Thank goodness there was a water station at the point and a cool breeze.  Once the adrenaline wore off and we started our hike back, it was the sight of the oasis at Indian Garden that kept us moving forward.

It took us 3 hours to hike to Indian Garden (at the bottom of the Canyon) and an extra hour to hike to and from Plateau Point. It took us 5 hours to hike from Indian Garden back up to the top of the Bright Angel Trail Head at the top of the Grand Canyon.

I don’t think that I can describe how difficult this was.  We took cover in the tiny bit of shade that scrappy desert trees give off.  If we hiked for 7 minutes straight, this was a good job.  We drenched ourselves in water to keep our core cool as we hiked.  Sometimes the effort of lifting my legs to step up 6 inches over the logs on the path was too much of an effort and I started to walk along the rocks at the side of the trail so I didn’t have to lift my legs as high.  As we climbed higher the temperature got slightly cooler but the altitude made breathing harder.   There was no random chatter, just the sound of deep breaths, the swish of a water bottle, and two phrases:  “I just need to rest!” and “how far until the next rest house?”.

As we got closer to the top, the trail got busier with people who did not understand what we had gone through and what we were still going through.  Hikers stopping randomly in the trail, people wearing flipflops and eating Doritos, and people that just did not understand how hard it was for us to put one foot in front of the other.  Jonathan got his second or third wind and led the way the last 20 minutes of our hike.  He was the first one to the top.   But we all made it.

SUCCESS!





Have you been to Vancouver?

14 07 2011

If you haven’t, why not?





Capturing Those Last Moments

25 03 2011

Had a wonderful time so thank you Vancouver for welcoming me back home and giving me at least 3 sunny days!

Cambie & Hastings:

Local pub on Cambie Street:

Gastown at Night:

Lions Gate Bridge:

House on Stilts at Coal Harbour:

Vancouver Convention Centre:

The Seawall:

Friends:

Spending my last moments in Vancouver eating poutine and ketchup chips and sipping on some Canada Dry.  How Canadian!  The only thing I didn’t have a chance to do is play ‘Rrrooll up the rim to win’.





Tourist? Excuse Me?

25 03 2011

Someone called me a tourist.  In Vancouver.

I admit, I was dressed to spend a day walking along the Seawall and I did have my camera out.  But tourist? There was no fanny pack around my waist, I had on the Vancouver uniform of yoga pants and a puffy vest.  Besides, the mix of locals and tourists that take advantage of the seawall on foot, on bike, on rollerblades, taking photographs and being amazed at the scenery, is so interchangeable.  Everyone, local or tourist, takes time to discover, or rediscover, the area, especially on a sunny day.

I ended up on the same path of a couple of amateur photographers, and it’s so interesting to see what everyone focuses on for their photos.  One woman loved cherry blossoms and boats and another guy couldn’t pass up a good photo of a seagull.  So, I thought, Sure, I’ll take a photo of your seagull as well.  Why not?

Which led me to a little bit of a bird kick.  I spent waaay too long trying to get this crane to do something interesting.

And then a crow freaked me out by flying at me when I was very zoomed in to get a photo with it eating a fish.

And on that note, I leave you with a couple of photos to get your mind off of that crazy looking crow.

As I finished up my 15 km walk, I took in the image that was in front of me, the sun was shining, people were sitting on the beach eating ice cream, there were kayakers in the water, a sailboat was skimming the water at English Bay, and I thought to myself, ‘there is NO way that people are doing this right now on the east coast.’





The Canadian Wilds

23 03 2011

Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Dallas and when hearing that I was from Canada someone asked me, “So have you ever been attacked by a wild animal?”. I was stunned.  I didn’t know whether to feel angry that there was still such a stereotype about Canada or sad that this guy from Dallas had such a limited knowledge and exposure to the world.  That is, until he told me that he’d travelled all over the world – Europe, Australia, etc.  Then, I asked him where his cowboy hat and chaps were.  Time to fight stereotype with stereotype.

Well, maybe his views of Canada aren’t so far off.  Obviously not that we trudge around in the forest fighting off wild animals all of the time.  But there is SO much wildlife here!  Walking along the beach that I used to visit when I was growing up was like watching a show on the Discovery Channel.  It also made me realize that not everyone had the childhood activities of clam digging, picking seaweed and playing in the driftwood.

I went home to visit at exactly the right time.  The herring season was starting, the Brant Festival was upon us, the water was turning turquoise and the sea life was abuzz with activity.

The seals were having a party and the sea lion was barking up a storm.

The seagulls and ducks were gossiping on the sandbar…..that is, until the eagles swooped in to scatter them (for no reason other than their own entertainment – a little bit of a power trip).

Unfortunately not all of the herring are going to make it as a lot of the “herring to be’s” washed up to decorate the sea shore.

 





Unbelievable

17 03 2011

I just had to share these right away.  If you can believe it, these photos haven’t even been edited.

It was a magical moment at sunset where fresh water meets salt water at the Parksville BC estuary.





Beautiful British Columbia

14 03 2011

Scenes from home:






The Value of a Good Picture

14 03 2011

Looking through old photo albums it seems like a whole different world.  Everyone went out dressed in their best (matching velour track suits was not an option!) and getting everyone to pose for a photo was the norm.   There’s so much class and history in old black and white photos.

Can you even remember what it was like when taking a photo was a big deal?  When you had only 28 opportunities to take a great photo, so everyone posed and smiled pretty and had their fingers crossed behind their back hoping that this photo would be frame worthy.  When patience was a virtue and you had to wait to see the results until after the prints were developed.  And then, it became a photo party, and you had better have ordered doubles (or even triples) because you just knew you had to share with friends, parents, and grandparents.

It’s almost like taking photos is too easy now.  Even babies know that when a photo is taken they should be able to see the results right then and there. There’s no anticipation, and there’s no need to put your best look forward the first time because it’s the norm to take at least 2 photos if not 3 of the same pose.

Regardless of how long it takes to look at the photos, the value of a good picture still remains the same.  The fact that a little 4 x 6 piece of paper (or digital thumbnail) can hold so many memories and emotions is amazing.  You grow up as a child having an endless number of pictures taken of you and soon you can only remember your childhood based on a series of still photographs.   So always remember that even though it’s important to keep all of those photographs for future generations to look through, it’s even more important to label and date them on the back!

 





A Little Splash of Colour

2 03 2011

I think I may be obsessed with french macaroons.  It started about a year and a half ago during a trip to Vegas at the Paris buffet.  At that time I thought they were these cute little jam filled meringues that I loved so much that I stuffed a few in a napkin and hid them in my purse.  An occasion that I am stilled mocked and teased about.

The obsession continued in St. Martin where I just had to buy a box of french macaroons and then was forced to scarf them down in the security line up since they were deemed contraband by the cruiseline.

And finally in downtown LA at a cute restaurant and gourmet market called Bottega Louie, where they had a rainbow of different colours and unique flavours like Chai, Rose and Earl Grey.

On a side note, I have also become obsessed with this new photo editing technique.  In addition to my french macaroon photos, here are some photos from Arizona.