Island Park

This weekend my ward went up to Island Park, and not willing to let the opportunity to go Home again pass by, I had to go up as well. So on Thursday right after work I pointed my car north to best place on earth. After a few hours of sleep, I got up early Friday morning and went to Big Springs to make and remake a few photographs that I made about eight years ago when I was first getting in to large format. These new ones are digital.


We all stayed at Buttermilk Campground on Island Park Reservoir, and when I wasn't casting flies on Henry's Lake Outlet or there at the reservoir, I was busy with my camera making photographs.


Island Park

This summer a few of my brothers, and sisters, my mom all worked at Island Park Scout Camp again, and I was able to go spend a week and a half with them and help the staff at camp, and just plain escape civilization and live in a tent for ten days and reset my mind. It felt really good to get away from the heat of Logan, and into fresh air and return home to the Sego Lilies, Sage Brush and Lodgepole Pines, and clear, starry skies. For ten days I didn't have to worry about work, email, rush hour traffic, or anything else I have to deal with in civilization.
Although I didn't get out to fish the Madison or the Firehole or the Henry's Fork or any other river in the area, I did wet my line a couple times in Pete's Puddle in camp and managed to land a few Brook Trout. And I did get my camera out a few evenings.


One of the evenings I snuck away and went to Warm River Springs to make some photographs. The clouds in the sky were pretty amazing, but I couldn't make much of anything with them where I was right then, but I think I came away with a few pretty decent photographs that evening.


Despite quite a bit of drama in camp the last part of the week, it was a real good ten days. On Sunday my brother Lucas and his wife were able to come up, and my brother Jesse's fiance was up there, so all eleven and a half of us Duncans were able to spend some time together up there, and for that afternoon, all was right in the world.
I love how being in that place takes away all worries. But, as all good things must come to an end, camp and my vacation time ended, and life and work will go on.

White Pine Lake

This weekend I escaped to White Pine Lake in the mountains east of Logan. I think I needed this trip more than I needed the City of Rocks trip last weekend. I know I came back a lot more invigorated.
I'd only been to the lake once. It sits in a bowl about four miles north of Tony Grove Lake, and about 6 miles west of the main highway in Logan Canyon. Two mountains sit directly to the north (Mt. Gog) and south (Mt. Magog) of the lake, connected by an arc-shaped band of cliffs. Here's what the area looks like from Google Earth:


I left the parking lot at Tony Grove lake at about 6:45 a.m. yesterday, and arrived at the lake at about 8:38 a.m. I spent the day fishing, and totally getting skunked, napping, meditating, and photographing and just enjoying the gorgeous place I was in.
There were a lot more people and campsites there than I had thought there were, and hoped there would be (people have to camp in established camp sites at the lake). For much of the day yesterday I had to deal with hearing people in the campsite next to me shout at their dog, and other people who didn't know how to build a proper fire, and then put someone's fire out who left it smoldering and smoking. But after about 2 or 3, there were only 3 other groups beside myself, and it got a lot quieter and I was able to enjoy some silence. Once the light got half way decent I got my camera out and made some photographs:

I have to wonder if these cliffs have ever been climbed. There were about four or five real nice looking lines, with a lot of variety in the moves to get up the rock. The photograph doesn't really do them justice, but I had to photograph them anyways.


Mt Magog:


I like to photograph my camp sites when I'm out on the trail, and this time I thought it would be fun to make a self portrait out of it:


All in all, it was a great 29 hours in the woods that I wish hadn't had to end.

City of Rocks

This weekend I went to the City of Rocks and met up with my friend Renee for some rock climbing.
It was a trip 7 or so years ago to photograph in the City that got me into climbing in the first place. Now, 7 years later, I finally have come full circle. Though I only topped out 2 of the 3 climbs I went up, it was a really good trip. One that I needed, for many reasons which I won't bore you with here. This trip marked many firsts in my climbing experience: my first time really climbing on granite (I played around on a few boulders in Little Cottonwood Canyon when I lived in Salt Lake), my first crack climb, my first real liebacks, my first route that was more than 40 feet high, and my time playing around with placing trad gear (I have Renee and a guy in our group to thank for almost all of those achievements). It was an exhausting but highly rewarding trip, both physically, and photographically. Actually, the photographing was exhausting, but it was pretty successful. It'd been about 6 years since my last trip to the City, so it was good to be back. The geologic features eroded into the granite always amaze me.


This is probably my most favorite rock in the City, with perhaps one of the best looking lines to climb. I didn't get to climb that route this trip, but someday I'll climb it.


Photographing in Logan Canyon...and Blacksmith Fork Canyon yet again

 

Today I headed up Blacksmith Fork Canyon again to do some fishing, but I broke my leader as I was stretching the coils out of it, and I didn't have any spares, so I decided to head up Logan Canyon and up to Tony Grove to see if Tony Grove Lake was accessible yet or not. It turns out it isn't. There is still a lot of snow on the road about a mile below the lake. I turned the car around and headed back down the mountain. On the way back to the main highway, I saw a small stream from the runoff, and had to see if there were any photographs to be made, and I came away with these:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm not sure this is the best way to photograph this tree, but I thought this lone pine tree was rather interesting:


After almost two years I'm finally feeling comfortable with photographing the landscape here around Logan, specifically in Logan Canyon, which has felt somewhat visually claustrophobic to me. It's hard to single subjects out and isolate them the way I like to, but over the last few months I've found it easier to see good photographs.

After I got done photographing along the road to Tony Grove, I headed back down Logan Canyon, and took a detour up Right Hand Fork.
Lately I've really been drawn to photographing scenes with a stationary object that is a relatively minor element in the photograph, with the majority of the objects in the photograph in motion. Like in this photograph:


After I was done in Right Hand Fork, I came back to town, got a few new leaders for my fly line, and replaced the broken one. This evening I returned to Blacksmith Fork Canyon to photograph the dam some more:

 

 


 

Blacksmith Fork Reservoir

This week I heard through the grapevine that salmon flies were starting to come out up Blacksmith Fork Canyon, so I decided to head up there this evening after work to get in on the action. It turned out that I didn't see a single salmon fly, but there were tons of midges and mayflies hatching everywhere, so I tied a pale yellow size 18 F-Fly on, and started casting. It wasn't long until I had an 8" brown on, which I landed and released. A little ways further up the river I missed two strikes on the same fly. Then even further up I hooked into what felt like a pretty big fish, but he got away. Two casts later, same thing. I hooked into it, but he still managed to shake loose.

Overall, I'm pretty proud of myself, even if I only landed a small fry.


Afterwards, I went back down to the reservoir to make a few photographs that I'm pretty pleased with: