|Technically looking at Arches|
National Park across the Colorado
from our campsite
|The walk between|
sandstone fins at the
Not too far in was a large sand blowout between two fins that were in the process of separating from one standing fin into two. The sand was maybe 20 feet deep way inside at the far end, tapering off to our ground level at the end of the fins.
It wasn't early morning light, but it was early enough for some shadows and warmish tones to the sun for photography, and I tried to walk the fine line between taking shots at various angles and zoom ranges and keeping up with Vicki (or not holding her back too much). She can get frustrated with my constant shutter snapping ... but of course, the first rule of photography is ... be there. I was "there" ... probably won't be "there" there again any time soon. Still, I'm conscious of her feelings on the subject, and I try to balance it as best I can.
Long, narrow (after a chunk fell out several years ago, only 6 feet thick at it's thinnest part) and graceful, this lighter colored arch is kind of tucked back against a long rock wall.
We stopped and took some photos, took some photos of other couples for them, and having ours taken in front of it.
We hiked the mile back to the trailhead, hopped in the car, and headed past Wolfe Ranch and back up to the Windows section. And found a parking spot front and center in the upper lot.
|Wolfe Ranch, second cabin.|
|Wolfe Ranch water source.|
|Petroglyphs near Wolfe Ranch.|
I wanted to take some shots over the salt wash valley once we got farther back up toward the Windows Section, and I stopped the car and got out. I'd mostly been using the K-r, unless I just didn't want to switch lenses for a shot. And so I grabbed the K-r with the wide angle telephoto on it. Took a few shots, then the camera went "click" instead of "click-click". I pressed the shutter again. Click-click. And then any button I pushed also caused the mirror to flip up and down. It wasn't taking any pictures. It would show me the pictures it had. But even in view mode, any button caused the mirror to flip. Turned it off. It flipped. Turned it on. It flipped. Took the battery out. Put it back in. It flipped. Sometimes it would do it several times in a row.
|Looking across Salt Wash Valley into extreme eastern Utah. The last|
photo my K-r made as a fully functional camera.
Fortunately, I had my *ist DL fixed, and it was available for duty -- takes the same lenses being a Pentax Digital SLR. And I had to remind myself, until last April, this was my awesome camera.
We headed out of the park ... and it was only about 1:30 pm. It's hot back in the campsite. Let's go check out Dead Horse Point State Park.
We struck out for it, heading north, following the signs. I was a little confused as to whether or not the GPS had the right spot, and I second guessed it, turning back for town to see if we'd missed a turn. We got behind a large bus-type RV, and Vicki said later she heard a little "tick!" of a rock hitting the windshield. We got out a map and double checked how to get there, turned around, and headed back. That's when I noticed the little ding in the windshield. We'll want to get that fixed.
Headed back up 191 to 313, and toward Dead Horse point... and, as it turned out... Canyonlands.