Snowy Cub Run
Saturday turned out to be nice and overcast all day, so I decided to take a stab at getting some snowy photos out at Cub Run. The access road is a windy gravel road and I only have a front wheel drive car, so some may say this wasn't the best idea ever. One of them would be my husband, who I dragged with me. We got there to find the gravel road partially covered in slushy snow. He thought we shouldn't risk it, but I figured what the hell - at least if we got stuck, I'd have plenty of time to photograph the stream!
Luckily, we made it down the road and back without getting stuck. That doesn't mean our trip was uneventful though! Last time I went out to Cub Run with Christine, we didn't see another soul there, which is ideal if you ask me. This time we pulled up to find two men already there fishing, one of whom wanted to be our new best friend. He saw me taking photos and decided to come chat us up. He turned out to be a fairly nice guy, even though he was dressed in camo, missing some teeth, and smelled like cheap beer.
After a nice chat, our new best friend went back to his fishing and I got down to business. There wasn't as much snow on the rocks as I had hoped, but there was still a lot on the steep banks - enough to prevent me from getting to the spots I really wanted to get to. My husband was very helpful and surprisingly patient, considering how cold it was. Apparently his patience has it's limits though. At one point I was lining up a shot, just about to press the shutter when I heard, "Ah! Dammit!", from behind me. I turned around to find my husband, who had been standing right behind me a moment ago, standing in the middle of the stream with his feet in the water. "What the hell are you doing?!", I asked. "I got bored and wanted to see if I could walk out on the rocks", he said. With wet and now freezing feet, he spent the rest of the trip sitting in the car with the heater running.
Snowy Cub Run
Saturday turned out to be nice and overcast all day, so I decided to take a stab at getting some snowy photos out at Cub Run. The access road is a windy gravel road and I only have a front wheel drive car, so some may say this wasn't the best idea ever. One of them would be my husband, who I dragged with me. We got there to find the gravel road partially covered in slushy snow. He thought we shouldn't risk it, but I figured what the hell - at least if we got stuck, I'd have plenty of time to photograph the stream!
Luckily, we made it down the road and back without getting stuck. That doesn't mean our trip was uneventful though! Last time I went out to Cub Run with Christine, we didn't see another soul there, which is ideal if you ask me. This time we pulled up to find two men already there fishing, one of whom wanted to be our new best friend. He saw me taking photos and decided to come chat us up. He turned out to be a fairly nice guy, even though he was dressed in camo, missing some teeth, and smelled like cheap beer.
After a nice chat, our new best friend went back to his fishing and I got down to business. There wasn't as much snow on the rocks as I had hoped, but there was still a lot on the steep banks - enough to prevent me from getting to the spots I really wanted to get to. My husband was very helpful and surprisingly patient, considering how cold it was. Apparently his patience has it's limits though. At one point I was lining up a shot, just about to press the shutter when I heard, "Ah! Dammit!", from behind me. I turned around to find my husband, who had been standing right behind me a moment ago, standing in the middle of the stream with his feet in the water. "What the hell are you doing?!", I asked. "I got bored and wanted to see if I could walk out on the rocks", he said. With wet and now freezing feet, he spent the rest of the trip sitting in the car with the heater running.