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Backpacking White Sands
How is White Sands different than all other dunes in the US? Well when you leave all the vegetation you get a feeling you are in the worldest largest unused ashtray. When I was a kid and didn't know any better I would play with the sand in ashtray because it was so foreign to me, of course parental supervision ended that quickly.
Backpacking here was great, just imagine one of the whitest places on earth at night with the glow of the full moon.. .. . It's probably the brightest natural darkness you can find.
This photo was just a spur of the moment idea as much of my is just spontaneous just as much as it is planned. I had the flash in the photobag since I didn't need my regular backpacking pack.
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This was taken in my backpacking days I believe in 1999 in the Chilcotin.
I used to hike with my friend from my high school days Don Fuller and his dad Bob.
Don passed away in 2006, his dad passed away last year.
They were both skilled outdoorsmen and I was able to tag along for some wonderful experiences in the wilderness.
Here I am packing much too much stuff, but still having a wonderful time.
Probably taken by Don using my Olympus Stylus 35mm film camera.
A lot of the info is guessed by me. I sure like the EXIF data we have recorded by our digital cameras.
Kobuk isn't sure why he's wearing a backpack, but he's excited about whatever the adventure brings.
Our dogs always carry their own food and water, and pack out their own wastes.
Deam Wilderness, Hoosier National Forest.
I finally got a backpacking trip in for 2016. This was a western Sierra approach, and not many miles from the approach we typically take on the eastern side. There's just a narrow wedge down the length of the Sierra's that qualifies as "remote." It's so pretty.
I think this is pretty cool if I do say so myself! These are backpacks for a school help project for kids who have trouble getting supplies. They have lots of school goodies inside. I photographed the event, taking more traditional shots, but liked this one the best!
Greg Sykes (DSI James Dean Ken doll) starts his backpacking journey by fording a river while vacationing in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
Collection in a country Museum. Early version of today's backpacks? I remember having a cardboard one as shown; also one similar to the back left ( not sure what it was made of) and when about 9 I was given mu aunt's old leather one. Such a lot of memories there.
Giving my back a rest along Wilburn Ridge in the Grayson Highlands of Virginia.
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The "Women Backpacking Together" Meetup met at the Caribou Lake Trailhead in the Caribou Wilderness in the middle of the night... around midnight. Lorrie and I were there around 7:30pm so after we put up our tent and built a fire, we warded off the bears by making a lot of noise. Four plus hours! We were up around 9am and out on the trail around 11am. Got to our camp at North Divide Lake around 3:30pm and set in for a cold night. Snow all around but we found a nice meadow to camp in.
It's off to school again in Kingston after March Break. That means strapping on a big backpack and being walked by your Dad.
Everyone has a place or two that they want to keep secret. This is definitely one of ours. Paul and I went back to an old stomping grounds for a week long backpacking trip to celebrate his 50th birthday. Our original route was cancelled due to a fire in the area, but Plan B turned out great. We caught some cutthroats, saw 5 black bear, 5 rattlesnakes, osprey, eagles, big Chinook salmon and the Perseid meteor showers. The weather was warm for carrying heavy packs, but at least a couple rain storms drenched us. There was a microburst that came through the area one afternoon, like a freight train, that had us watching multiple trees busting over. Luckily the tall cedars, douglas firs and ponderosa pines at our camp bent, but did not break. An awesome trip in an amazing place with a great friend.