Driving around solo in Oregon I've never felt threatened. In order to feel threatened, first there would have to be other people around...
Driving around solo in Oregon I've never felt threatened. In order to feel threatened, first there would have to be other people around...
I travel solo as often as possible, usually by motorcycle, for nearly 50 years. California was the the most dangerous. More people, more crazies. Shot at twice in the Mojave by druggies, shooting wildly. They put a 45 caliber right through my new 1977 pickup truck. I moved farther into the desert.
Not a believer in gun owning disclosure.
Tin Can
Stay away from Chaco Canyon. There are rumors of cannibalism there.
I do get the feeling he is trying to discourage the rest of us from visiting the Southwest...
That being said, I am of the opinion that there are millions of photo opportunities within minutes of my house, and I would much rather spend money on film than on gasoline.
From my trip around the US, it is the SW by far, that I most want to visit again.
All about the film!
Dear gun discussion people (fer it or agin it):
Please don't derail good threads, talk about guns in the safety of your own thread: http://www.largeformatphotography.in...14#post1204814
One late September I was in the San Juan Mountains of SW Colorado with my 4x5 (not .45 btw). I did hunt way back when I was a kid and still do a stealthy walk in the woods. I was circling around a very large Spruce tree, slowly looking for deer or other wildlife. Being quiet I walked quietly, each step carefully made. After glancing behind me, I turned around to instantly be face to face with a bow hunter in full camo and face paint. He was doing the same stalking from the opposite side of the tree. We made eye contact, both yelled and jumped high, Yahhh. We were both too embarrassed to say much. It still makes me laugh to think about it.
Another time I was out on my late grandparents' farm. There was a mother mountain lion with cubs in the area. So I took a quiet walk into the trees and thick brush to maybe get a peek at her. I walked down a trail, every 10 yards stopping and looking 360 degrees, saw nothing move anywhere. After a mile or so I turned back. Wow, fresh lion prints right on top of my own footprints, only minutes old. She surely communicated that she was watching me. It didn't scare me, too much, and I was completely unarmed, as I normally am. But it did cause me to think how lucky I was. That episode wasn't enough to make me want a firearm. Somewhere in storage I have a few color slides of the footprints.
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