Buffalo Pass
Straight off, I'll be honest with you: I don't know if this is Buffalo Pass at all. Buffalo Pass. The name is quite ironic: I doubt any buffalo ever passed that way! Surely an average buffalo has more sense than me, as will soon become apparent.
Going over Buffalo Pass isn’t like going over the edge of the Niagara Falls. It is a gradual, painful process, quite akin to passing a kidney stone. How is that, you ask? Well, suffice to say that the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass (who the hell knows - the passing of Buffalo Pass cannot be perceived by any of the senses), I repeat, the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass took an hour and a half, during which our rental Jeep (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record) bottomed out at least three times and we managed to get overtaken six times by the same misearable mountain biker who’s sole aim in life seemed to have been to, you guessed it, get to Buffalo Pass!
But hey, some nightmares have a happy ending. On the way down from Buffalo Pass (though for all I know we may been still passing through it - the bumps in the road sure did not make it feel it was otherwise, and if I didn’t have brain damage before that, I do now!)…… the view opened up.
I slammed on the Jeep's breaks (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record), snapped up my camera, exploded through driver side door so fast that the dust had barely started to settle, and click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click….I shot this panorama, without a thought given to composition, focus or whether I would get a single like on Flickr. If there is a photographers' Heaven - I was in it!
Buffalo Pass? I love it! ❤
Buffalo Pass
Straight off, I'll be honest with you: I don't know if this is Buffalo Pass at all. Buffalo Pass. The name is quite ironic: I doubt any buffalo ever passed that way! Surely an average buffalo has more sense than me, as will soon become apparent.
Going over Buffalo Pass isn’t like going over the edge of the Niagara Falls. It is a gradual, painful process, quite akin to passing a kidney stone. How is that, you ask? Well, suffice to say that the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass (who the hell knows - the passing of Buffalo Pass cannot be perceived by any of the senses), I repeat, the last 6 miles getting to/past Buffalo Pass took an hour and a half, during which our rental Jeep (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record) bottomed out at least three times and we managed to get overtaken six times by the same misearable mountain biker who’s sole aim in life seemed to have been to, you guessed it, get to Buffalo Pass!
But hey, some nightmares have a happy ending. On the way down from Buffalo Pass (though for all I know we may been still passing through it - the bumps in the road sure did not make it feel it was otherwise, and if I didn’t have brain damage before that, I do now!)…… the view opened up.
I slammed on the Jeep's breaks (Grand Cherokee XL, for the record), snapped up my camera, exploded through driver side door so fast that the dust had barely started to settle, and click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click….I shot this panorama, without a thought given to composition, focus or whether I would get a single like on Flickr. If there is a photographers' Heaven - I was in it!
Buffalo Pass? I love it! ❤