Given that I’m only slowly regaining my status as a living, breathing, marginally sentient, disease-free human, I thought I’d throw the Undergrounders a little photographic red meat while I attempted to reconnect with reality (the one not bordered by Nyquil and Kleenex).
Here are a handful of photographs from my cold-weather trip with Wayne Eng:
Wally the Wonderdog and the Glacier Glove River Park due for a review soon
Anticipating an ice berm across the access road, I had my skis in the truck – and was absolutely bummed to discover I could drive all the way to river. (Hell, anybody could drive to the river.)
Life so rarely happens as we plan; in this case, all hope of an epic trip disappeared – replaced with the reality of a dark, BWO-free river.
Hoar frost on a riverside plant
Yeah, it had been cold at night.
Wayne & and I agreed this was probably a #28...
No BWOs were sighted (zilch), and nobody got on these either, but then again, there wasn’t really a hatch.
The water in winter looks darker and colder (it is).
See you on the river, Tom Chandler.
Tom,
Please forward the details of your back-pack. Tall, skinny, with a wading boot “shelf” and a rod tube place… I am not sure what else I would want…
Andrew
Andrew S. Garner(Quote)
Quickie review coming soon…
It’s an interesting premise, but as with all packs, the real question revolves around how it feels when you’ve carried it a while…
Tom Chandler(Quote)
I dig hoar frost pics. I’ve always wanted to see time lapse photography of it happening.
Squeeky Oar Lock(Quote)
It mostly happens at night, so lighting would be required. In the right conditions, we’ll get 3-inch deep hoar frost right on the ground (the fine volcanic dust becomes part of the structure). You can leave perfect, 3-inch deep footprints on the trail…
Tom Chandler(Quote)