Craziest photo trip.

[Kirk Gittings]

In a conversation with friends over breakfast this morning I was reminded of a crazy photo trip I did once back in the early 80's. I drove all the way from Albuquerque to Yellowstone to take one photograph, took it, turned around and drove back home. I had been waiting for overcast light so I had been watching the weather. When I saw it develop I had a bunch of commercial work to get to. I calculated that I had just enough free time to get the trip in if I didn't fool around. So off I went-1850 miles for one image. The light was perfect. The image was good, not great-it filled a hole in a larger body of work. No regrets.

You?

[John Layton]

I think it was January, 1993 - We drove into Death Valley via. the Titus Canyon road...one week after a family was swept away in a flash flood through the narrows on the lower part of this road. A bit higher up we got stuck on an icy stretch above a drop that must've been over 1000 ft - no guard rail - and we spent about an hour digging sand out of the icy uphill bank to spread on the road so we could proceed. Spent a bit of time at a ghost town (where E.W. photographed the toilet - "Golden Circle Mine?") but took no photos - then continued into the narrows to find that the road had washed out, and suddenly a storm came roaring at our backs....so we could not go back (thoughts of that unfortunate family in our minds!). Mind you, we were driving a rental - a small Chevy Lumina (the rental contract specified - no dirt roads!). So...amidst a mix of wind, rain, and hail, we moved rocks into the washout - and as I watched my companion attempt to navigate this, the car slid and bounced sideways down what amounted to a talus slope. But not a scratch on the car, and we got through the narrows in the nick of time. Later on the same day, the weather had cleared and we found ourselves in a turnout on the main north-south road in the valley, and I noticed Stovepipe Wells dunes in the distance. "That is where I need to be," I told myself and my companion. So we drove to the north side of the dunes, and I shouldered my backpack and literally ran through the soft sand - I think over a mile - and set my 5x7up with a 90 grandagon/orange filter, quickly focussed in the fading light and got off one shot before the light faded. Following my tracks back in the dark with my flashlight, I noticed in these tracks something new...the tracks of what looked like a large cat! At any rate...here is the only image I managed to take that day:

[matthew blais]

Crazy is as crazy does I suppose.. Not 1850 miles but a rather difficult hike up a smallish mountain through bushes and brambles and stuff to shoot Squaw Island up near Shore Acres. Got up to the point and realized there was a white sign on the Island facing my way. Back down, up a hill on the left side, over a fence and sat on a narrow point a hundred feet above the crashing surf..couldn't see the sign from there and actually a better angle/image.
The things we do...

[jp]

In 1993-94 I was in college in Worcester MA and longed to get out of the city and into the woods. It was thanksgiving weekend and my brother, a friend, and I drove to Acadia National Park. We had a couple extra days because of the holiday weekend. We setup our tent in a dark and snowy un-attended campground and had a great time driving/hiking/photographing in the park pretty much by ourselves. We got food at the grocery store as the whole downtown tourist area was shut down for the season. It's probably a little more year-round oriented now. From the little trip, I got enough nice 35mm slide photos to do my first solo exhibit.

[John Olsen]

Thanks for the stories. It helps fuel further craziness, and make mere eccentricity seem normal.

[Jmarmck]

Well, I don't call it crazy but my friends say it was. I drove a total of 7,000 miles in 3 weeks from Georgia to as far as Mono Lake including Monument Valley, Bryce Canyon and Death Valley. It is by far the longest photo trip I have taken. A month late and I am still working on compiling all the film/digital shots. I figure I have about 3,000 images.

The oddest trip was with my brother. A line of thunderstorms popped up right at sunset. Being the lightning nut that I am we setup on a hilltop as the storm passed hoping to shoot the backside of the storm. As storms do, one died as another popped a bit further away. We packed up and blew over the two land black top of northern Arkansas heading east sticking to the hilltops. We stopped three times hoping to capture the lightning ending up some 200 miles from home at three in the morning.......and only two photos worth talking about. But with my brother the storm chasing, like his rock hounding, was not about what was found or captured. It was about the journey.

[Leszek Vogt]

Originally I was going to talk about the wacky trip that I took all over SW and then parked my car at ABQ airport, flew to SF, went to my class and found out that the class exam (univ) was not going to take place. Grrrr!!! OK, returned to ABQ the following day to continue the trip, but the rest of the trip just didn't have the same excitement.....and I ended the trip sooner than I wanted to.

But, the real strange trip was to Crater Lake, OR. I came up the coast from SF...and it had to be mid '90's. I was having lunch at the lodge on the rim, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed, what looked like a sightseeing chopper, which was descending rather low and then dipped below the rim. Suddenly the folks that were present there, they ran to the rim and drama developed. Yes, the chopper went into the lake and later investigation revealed that two people were in the cockpit (the bodies were never recovered). Once I got to the rim, I took some pics of the oil being contained and rescue boats patroling the area....it was rather eerie-weird. Eventually, I learned that the chopper will remain in the depths of the lake due to rather expensive cost of recovery (over mill, I was told). On my previous trip there was exactly on the day the quake hit Santa Barbara in 1978. More crazy-bat....


Les

[Brian Sims]

My brother and I drove from Seattle to Smith Rock in central Oregon to take a photo of the comet Hale-Bopp with Smith Rock in the foreground. On the way, we stopped in Detroit, Oregon to get gas. The woman pumping our gas (you know it's way too dangerous to do that yourself) asked, "Where you boys headed?" I Said, "Down to Smith Rock to take a picture of the comet." She said, "Is that where it landed?"
My brother set up his camera on the rim of the canyon by the parking lot. I hiked down into the canyon. We had two-way radios. He would open the shutter and I'd start blasting the Smith Rock with a big flash unit. We took about 5 exposures about 5 to 10 minutes (film). When I got up to the parking lot, my brother was still laughing at all the group of rock climbers who had hiked out of the canyon talking about "Dude, that was an awesome lightening storm."

[John Layton]

Gotta share this one too - not LF but really funny. I did a number of photo gigs awhile back for a foundation working in Ethiopia, making yearly visits to that country - typically flying in to Addis Ababa, spending a week or so covering meetings and photographing projects in and about Addis - then either driving overland or hopping into a DeHaviland Otter (twin-prop, 19 seat) and roaming about the country covering various projects (water, health, education, etc.).

On this particular trip our little Otter was balky. When the pilots did their required "rev to max" engine test prior to takeoff from Addis, the entire instrument console vibrated so badly that the gages were unreadable. Despite this, they decided all was well and attempted a takeoff - just getting up to airspeed when the left wheel bearing blew out (thump-thump-thump-thump). Pilots managed to stop the aircraft (we would have crashed had we first become airborne), then, for "security reasons," we had to sit on the tarmac, in the plane (which had no working bathroom) until another plane could be found - a total of two hours. The replacement plane (another Otter) felt much better, but still no working bathroom!

After a two-hour flight to the village of Dembidollo, we circled over the small airstrip to give time for kids to chase animals out of the way of the plane and then we landed. Mind you, our presence here was a huge event. I'd guess that there were at least five thousand (more likely twice this) people there to greet us, many of whom had travelled for days on foot - now dancing, singing, bearing gifts, etc., and completely surrounding our plane as it came to a halt. Such an amazing welcome, and all we could do, every one of us, was to bolt from the plane and head for the bushes - we all had to pee so badly! The previously ecstatically thankful crowd was now completely confused...why were we acting so strange? Were we suddenly afraid? What had they done to offend us?

Luckily for us, there were enough villagers in the crowd who knew enough english to translate our "situation," and what then ensued, as word spread, was at first a collective sigh of relief, followed by infectious laughter...not derisive in the least but instead very affectionate, and this feeling washed over us - that we were being so warmly welcomed into the fold of a very large family. On later flights to Dembidollo the villagers would exhibit an amount of good-natured teasing about what had happened on that first trip, but we'd since gotten a bit more creative, having learned that airsick bags are sufficiently waterproof to make a very serviceable "jonny-on-the-spot!"

[bigdog]

Iceland.