STORIES FROM A #RockiesRat
A MORNING WITH THE YELLOW CANOE
It’s early morning, late October in Yoho Park. Early enough that there's no one else to hear the metal lid slam shut on the dumpster after disposing of my coffee grounds. I’m standing on the bridge at Emerald Lake, pulling up the parka hood and imbibing that dark rocket fuel, listening to the ravens compare notes on their food findings between the town of Field and here. Will there will be nice light coming from the east in the next hour, perhaps purple or gold? Not a chance. The cloud cover is uncompromising, and I have nothing to sacrifice to make it all go away.
Being an omnivorous photographer, all options are considered. There was a bull moose nearby that I photographed the other day, but he likes his solitude. There was a pair of boreal owls calling from deep in the forest below Mount Michael last evening, but no sound from them now, and it’s no fun bushwacking through that forest anyway.
When it’s cloudy and grey outside, bringing some colour into an image can often help out. It’s search and rescue time. Peripheral vision locates a yellow canoe, calling my name from the shoreline. Untethered and still looking watertight after obvious years of service, I take it for a spin into the heart of the Emerald. This canoe has likely seen it’s way onto many an image, and done it’s part to aid in the romance of any number of summer lodge workers. Right now though, it's helping me find a way out of photography paralysis that even a strong cup of java could not remedy. I make it to the far side of the lake to take in the silence, and scope out landscapes of the wonderful inflow delta, best photographed at this time of year. The clouds are starting to break in portions of the sky, giving way to optimism, adding some warm light and revealing compositions.
Not long after, the canoe beckons me to paddle out onto the lake again as the clouds break a bit above Mount Burgess. Being preoccupied with horsetails, I ignore big yellow. Bad mistake. A brilliant sun busts out above the mountain, but then soon disappears behind the clouds. In the canoe now, I paddle closer to the mountain to re-create the sunrise and sunstar (thanks Galen). It reappears, but more muted, not the best sunstar, too much fricking cloud cover. But I have the canoe in the shot for posterity, a keeper image for me.
Epilogue - I usually avoid canoeing at Emerald Lake, especially when you are the only boat, as you quickly become the focal point for other photographers searching for those photographic classics. A yellow canoe in a blue lake (complimentary colours!) with perhaps a sunstar cannot be ignored by members of my tribe. Yes, and there they were. Over the two hours I was gone, a whole slew of photographers were at the bridge and near shoreline, disgorging out of the buses, coming out of the lodge, and perhaps dropping from the sky. I started to paddle hard, head down and giving it all I had for a bit to get to the bridge area before becoming too much Instagram juice.
But nobody paddles hard on Emerald Lake, and anyone who does is just asking the outdoor paparazzi to take notice and fill up their memory cards. So I slowed down, accepting my fate and avoiding a muscle spasm at the same time.
Yellow canoe, you are the best. If anyone sees this dented and faded wonder, give her a spin. But paddle slow man, she needs a rest.
A BRIDGE TO THE WILD
In the wilderness of British Columbia east of Mica Creek near the continental divide lies one of the most remote backcountry areas in the southern Canadian Rockies. It is full of waterfalls, glaciers, grizzlies, and that most underrated commodity of our time - the unknown.
Around 1993, the BC Forest Service was involved with establishing a hiking trail linking Athabasca Pass to Fortress Lake. These were the days when the Forest Service actually did things - when they held sway over the forest industry to, when required, change their logging plans in order to balance environmental/social/economic interests and when they built and maintained hiking trails.
As the planning forester for the area at the time, I was involved in lots of different projects, and happily was able to have a small role in this one.
From what I remember, this was one of the most optimistic backcountry projects ever undertaken by the Recreation section in the Province. As part of the project, the trail was cleared and marked up to Athabasca Pass, a suspension bridge was put in spanning the upper Wood River canyon, and a portion of a trail was started in an easterly direction spearheading it's way to Fortress Lake. If completed, that trail would have made an incredible backpacking loop trip starting and ending in Jasper Park.
In the ensuing decade, under the direction of Recreation Officer Ken Gibson, the heritage trail up to Athabasca Pass was recce'd, cleared and GPS'd. However, that Athabasca-Fortress grand loop was never completed, with the trail overgrown and the suspension bridge a lonely reminder to what might of been. This area waits for the next round of visionary recreationalists to find a way to make it happen. Things like this usually go in cycles, you know.
Here's a photo of the legendary suspension bridge taken in 1993. In the photo at front is Dunc Cummings, the Golden Forest District Recreation Officer at the time. Doug Robinson and Mr. Oseychuk, a couple of the trail builders, are standing behind.
I was amazed a couple of years ago when I heard that Ben Brochu and Luke Schmidt, on a wild and "never doing that again" packraft trip actually found this suspension bridge and used it to cross the upper Wood River so that they could continue the hiking part of their loop trip up to Athabasca Pass. The bridge must of looked like something out of a lost world, giving them more questions than answers. It's amazing that the bridge was still there after all these years, a testament to the prowess of the trail builders like Golden residents Jim Oseychuck, Phil Hein, and others.
I'm going back, someday. Who's coming?
It had been some time since I was up in the Bow Hut area. Years (lets say decades) ago, when it felt like I could glide over the landscape, this area of Banff Park was a magnet. It was all about exploring and seeing what was over the next rise. I carried minimal camera equipment - a tripod, Nikon FE2 and two small lenses - and covered as much ground as I could to satisfy that inner craving to discover, that many of us have. While I stayed away from glacier travel (and still do), there was still so much area to see. Picture-taking was more documentary, less spray and pray, with equipment limiting the when and what.
There's been a huge change in photography since then, with digital offerings creating options that never existed in the past. While it's still fun to explore new areas, I now often use those past years of exploring to visualize image possibilities that can be taken with the latest camera equipment. It's fun, all over again!
I had remembered the view from the hut years ago when the morning sun busted out above Crowfoot Mountain. The plan now was to get some landscape elements between me and all those light rays. With the Wapta Icefield receding, I was hoping that there were ice caves with their opening pointing east, towards that morning sun. My afternoon recce showed up two caves, one small and one medium, that offered a world of possibilities for morning images. The weather for the next morning looked promising.
Morning broke and I scrambled up to the location of the caves. The smaller ice cave had icicles at it's lip and Crowfoot mountain in it's sights - a no brainer of a choice. The key was to enter the little cave while minimizing the footprints I would have to make in the snow to get inside, and not knocking down any of the perfect icicles at the cave lip.
Leaving my photo back outside the cave, I belly crawled in with a tripod mounted wide angle zoom, and set up for the sun to peek out above the mountain. As that magic moment neared, I adusted the composition slightly to place the peeking sun right between those two twin icicles - knowing that it's attention to that kind of detail that can make or break an image. Once the sun started to shine, I let the camera do the rest of the work, exposure bracketing 5 images at three different focus settings, all at f/16 to get that sunstar.
For post-processing, I was surprised how little exposure blending I had to do - the new camera sensors are that good. What I also did was to blend the near-focused icicle image with the far-focused sunstar image. To note - without doing any of that blending (just using one of the images taken) the result looks pretty good to my eye anyway.
A few minor adjustments for contrast, shadows/highlights and vibrance, and the final image is done - one of my favourites from 2017. It's time to start thinking of new image possibilities.
Thanks to all of you for following along! Best wishes for 2018.
A FALL PADDLE ON BOW LAKE
A FIRST LARGE SNOWFALL....the landscape is a fantastic white....EARLY MORNING OFFERS SOME WONDERFUL PEACEFUL LANDSCAPES....I have taken pics all morning, but having been burning the candle at both ends, now settle in for some lunch and an afternoon nap....BUT WAIT, THERE'S SOME PADDLEBOARDERS THAT LOOK TO BE HEADING OUT ONTO THE LAKE...I talk to them, they are so approachable and it's easy to be caught up in their excitement....I SEE IN THEIR EYES MY SOMETIMES FORGOTTEN WONDER OF BEING IN THIS INCREDIBLE AREA.... I ask about photographing their mini-adventure....I OFFER THEM SOME OF MY MAC AND CHEESE....they have already eaten (they are wise)....OFF WE GO ON THE SHORT TRAIL LEADING TO THE LAKE....it's harsh noon light, but there's a wonderful glow to the area....SOON THEY ARE PADDLING, EXPERIENCING THE LAKE LIKE FEW DO....when it's over we exchange contact info...I REHEAT MY MAC AND CHEESE....it tastes better that way anyway.
A Fall Paddle On Bow lake