Mountain switchbacks
On one of the July swelter days of summer I made my way up to the cooler Lefthand Canyon again then turned up Heil Canyon. Even though I have been up to the open space before, I never remembered the corrals and ranch buildings... or the trash heaps but I wasn't trolling with my digital camera then. I walked up the road from the old dump at Heil Canyon stables and ranch found corrals defining several pastures up to the open space trail that wander off to the left. The corral fencing is made of the most rustic materials that ever built a fence in the Rockies. I decided to edit these for a new series. After I opened this capture, I decided I needed to pursue this set as a minimalist series. The fence is almost overgrown by the rich mountain meadow grasses. This hay sells for a premium on the flats. Who knows who might have laid this fence out?
Here is a shot part way up the old road that actually traveled over Red Hill from Lyons along the old road to Jamestown in the canyon and up Deer canyon to the Golden Age, Balarat and Gresham.
I'd better get a move on, the day is beginning to swelter... the temp was 97 when I got back to town. I came close to melting. The temps were well up for that spell and I am still waiting for a release. We'll, OK I would have turned in the distance at Golden Ponds anyway but here I am wandering about the foothills and this is a fine place too.
Mountain switchbacks
On one of the July swelter days of summer I made my way up to the cooler Lefthand Canyon again then turned up Heil Canyon. Even though I have been up to the open space before, I never remembered the corrals and ranch buildings... or the trash heaps but I wasn't trolling with my digital camera then. I walked up the road from the old dump at Heil Canyon stables and ranch found corrals defining several pastures up to the open space trail that wander off to the left. The corral fencing is made of the most rustic materials that ever built a fence in the Rockies. I decided to edit these for a new series. After I opened this capture, I decided I needed to pursue this set as a minimalist series. The fence is almost overgrown by the rich mountain meadow grasses. This hay sells for a premium on the flats. Who knows who might have laid this fence out?
Here is a shot part way up the old road that actually traveled over Red Hill from Lyons along the old road to Jamestown in the canyon and up Deer canyon to the Golden Age, Balarat and Gresham.
I'd better get a move on, the day is beginning to swelter... the temp was 97 when I got back to town. I came close to melting. The temps were well up for that spell and I am still waiting for a release. We'll, OK I would have turned in the distance at Golden Ponds anyway but here I am wandering about the foothills and this is a fine place too.