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At last I got up to see the Christmas lights in Regent Street.
Sorry I've not been on Flickr too much lately - work is exhausting and all I can think of for the new year is another year of slog ahead! (i obviously need a break - roll on 5pm)
The Hjørundfjord happens to be one of our most beautiful fjords, and in the summerseason you can easily go there onboard The Hurtigruten or by car, bus or boat from Ålesund e.g.
Amid watery marshes below dark towering cliffs a pair of fisherman huts stand silently in the morning light of The Hell's Haven. Offering onlookers dry shelter as reward for slogging across the grassy marshlands where wildlife lurks hoping to capture a breakfast of fish from the quiet waters.
Took while gasping for breath following the slog up by Willygrass Gill on the way to Dock Tarn and Great Crag. The most prominent hill in the back ground is Dale Head.
Jay looks like it's been a hard slog.
The jay can access the peanuts in the feeder cage, 70mm size mesh, and there's a pot with peanuts in the cage.
Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
As afternoon storms send light rain to the ground, hard-working locomotives of a Rio Grande coal train grinding its way up the two percent grade of Winter Park hill throws exhaust and sand into the sky on the afternoon of July 8, 1988.
By now the wind was getting pretty ferocious, but it was coming over our left shoulders, what cyclists call a 'cross-tail' wind, so you weren't fighting it with every step. As the wind grew stronger the rain grew heavier making the last 45 mins of 'up' a bit of a slog!
Broadwater Warren RSPB. Enjoy photographing strange insects, but find it difficult to identify them. Took a 2 hour slog on Google before finding correct description and picture that appears to fit.
Some bears get it easy, like this one getting a free ride around Dove Lake in Tasmania while the rest of us slog our way on foot! He kept smirking at me as I followed behind!
Happy Smile On Saturday!
A place you have really got to want to get to - the bealach (mountain pass) in between Beinn Dearg Mhor and Beinn Dearg Bheag, requiring 90+ minutes of steep uphill bog-slog. The route starts from close to sea-level in Torrin, following up the coire next to Allt Slapin up to almost 500 metres. The Scottish Gaelic term sgreamhach translates as horrible or disgusting, but I didn't find the route up too horrid, just strenuous. But the sight as you reached the bealach was well worth it, giving a view of the back of Beinn na Caillich and being able to see all the way down to Broadford on the coast - a case of I can see my house from here!
This image looks towards the slope of Beinn Dearg Mhor (709 m), showing the steep scree descent to the bealach (that truly was horrible when I did it a few years ago, and is much worse than it appears on the photograph), with only a lonely looking boulder on the bealach. It was shot as a vertical pano to capture some of the magnificent sky.
An Ogden, Utah to Yermo, California drag manifest ascends the last mile of 0.8% grade track to 6061 ft. Boulter summit the morning of May 26, 1994. The OGYR was the last in a fleet of four westbound trains, dispatched out of Salt Lake City on a typically busy morning in remote Tintic Valley, Utah.
Stålberghornet er nesten fryktinngydene massivt, navnet passer veldig bra.
Norangsfjor, Hjørundfjord, Sunnmøre, Norway
DB Cargo 60024 'Clitheroe Castle' slogs through Barrow-on-Trent with a loaded 6M00, the 1315 Humber Oil Refinery to Kingsbury Oil Refinery. Network Rail have recently cut back the lineside foliage here, which allows for this previously inaccessible image. 16/03/2021.
Back in 2018 one of our first line side locations was a superb morning trackside at Archer Hill. For three hours we had a progression of eastbound freights slog up the hill. The double jeopardy struck. Firstly one freight ground to a halt which means nothing else could pass and then we were visited by the local rail police and in no uncertain terms told to clear off.
Union Pacific 8123 GE built locomotive heads the huge consist.
From my slog through the swamp some weeks ago. That's a wood duck box on the cypress tree to the right center of the frame. Thanks for the visit and have a large Thursday.
Union Pacific's daily SLOG (Salt Lake City to Ogden) manifest freight departs North Yard at Becks on June 8, 1980. The power mix includes GP9Ms 344, 336, GP30s 827, 810, GP9M 343, and TR5 1873/1873B.
After some heavy slogging breaking trail on the Redearth trail, it was nice to catch a glimpse of Pilot Mountain on the return trip. Taken in Banff National Park.
The forbidding bulk of Glamaig (775 m/2,543 ft of unremitting slog straight up from sea-level!) rising above the 200+ yr-old Sligachan Bridge and the new (2020) sculpture of John Mackenzie and Norman Collie, who pioneered many of the technically difficult routes in the Cuillin range that still challenge mountaineers today.
My legs screamed in protest, but the view from the British Lookout silenced them with a gasp. After a grueling 4-kilometer slog from the Francés Lookout, I finally stood at a staggering 1,000 meters (3,281 ft) above sea level.
Below me, the north valley unfurled like a crumpled velvet tapestry. Imposing granite walls rose from the emerald expanse, their sheer scale eliciting a muttered "what the hell?" – a phrase that perfectly captured the humbling beauty before me.
This, my friends, was the crown jewel of the French Valley – Mirador Británico, a hidden gem and undisputed highlight of the W Trek. It's not for the faint of heart; reaching this viewpoint requires a dedicated day of hiking. But for those who persevere, the reward is a jaw-dropping 360-degree panorama.
Pehoe Lake shimmered like a fallen sapphire, dwarfed by the colossal Los Cuernos peaks and the mighty Paine Grande. These granite titans, unseen from other vantage points, thrust skyward like the spires of a forgotten city.
A Grueling Ascent for Glorious Vistas
The British Lookout isn't for the weary. Those seeking a gentler pace can descend from the Francés Lookout. But for the determined hiker, a further 4 kilometers (2.5 miles) beckons. This leg promises a scenic wander through native forests, but be warned – the elevation gain is no joke. It's a 500-meter (1,640 ft) climb on a rocky path, switchbacking through dense woods before emerging into the open at Mirador Británico.
The effort, however, is utterly eclipsed by the reward. From this lofty perch, you'll have a front-row seat to the Cuernos' dramatic display and the surrounding forest of granite spires. Keen-eyed climbers will even spot "The Fin," a notorious challenge for mountaineers.
A Parade of Patagonian Giants
Let's not forget the supporting cast in this awe-inspiring spectacle. From left to right, a parade of majestic peaks unfolds: Cerro Castillo (1,421 m / 4,662 ft), the towering twins of Cerro Los Gemelos (1,998 m / 6,555 ft), the needle-like Cerro Aguja de los Quiquichos (1,703 m / 5,587 ft), the stubby Cerro El Tambor (230 m / 754 ft), the imposing Cerro Cota (2,000 m / 6,562 ft), the aptly named Catedral (Cathedral Hill) at a staggering 2,200 m / 7,218 ft, and the Shark's Fin (Aleta de Tiburón) at 1,717 m / 5,633 ft, just to name a few. (Hover over the photo if you're on a computer to see my peak annotations!)
Nature's Masterpieces: A Cathedral Carved by Glaciers
The French Valley itself is a masterpiece of glacial sculpting. The colossal western walls of Cerro Cota 2000 (2,000 m / 6,562 ft) and Cerro Catedral (2,200 m / 7,218 ft) dominate the landscape. Cerro Cota aptly lives up to its name, its highest point reaching a cool 6,562 ft. Cathedral Hill, on the other hand, earned its moniker from its sheer eastern face, which resembles a magnificent cathedral facade.
To the north, the granite ridge known as Aleta de Tiburón (Shark's Fin / 1,717 m / 5,633 ft) cuts a dramatic silhouette against the sky. Millions of years of glacial erosion have honed this peak into a climber's dream, its steep slopes a testament to nature's relentless artistry.
A Challenge Worth Taking
Reaching the British Lookout is no walk in the park. The hike is typically an out-and-back affair, with a moderate to challenging difficulty rating due to the steady elevation gain.
The full trek from Frances Domos to Paine Grande Refuge takes a whopping 10 hours, covering a challenging 23 kilometers (14 miles). The initial part is relatively easy, but the section between the French Valley's beginning and the British Lookout is a heart-thumper. This is why this vantage point is best reserved for experienced hikers.
A Fairytale Trek Through a Patagonian Paradise
The trail itself winds through a scene straight out of a fairytale. Towering, snow-capped peaks pierce the horizon, their reflections shimmering in the crystal-clear glacial lakes that dot the landscape.
But the true star of the show is the French Valley. As you round a bend in the trail, it unfolds before you like a majestic amphitheater carved
Working hard out of Stockinbingal in a pleasing colour pattern, GM22 leads 48s28, 4910, 4908 and CLF1 towards Cootamundra with a load of grain from Coonamble to Inner Harbour at Port Kembla as 8942N.
Tuesday 8th December 2020
8F 48151 climbs past Blea Moor on a November afternoon back in 1988. This is the first of two shots I took that day, the second was uploaded a while ago.
Pentax Spotmatic. Vivitar 90mm. Fuji 100.
Bit of a hard slog for an out of shape fella but the view was worth it, apparently there is a stone circle around here somewhere but didn't stumble across it. The Loweswater Fells can be seen in the distance, or at least that's what I think they are.
Brekketiden, Slogen and Jakta, three of the most exceptional mountains in the district, but also well known nationally in Norway, too.
Sunnmørsalpene / Sunnmørsalpane.
Seen from Dalmannstiden, Sykkylven, Norway
Slogged through snow to my favorite tree. Late afternoon.
#3 landscape on Pixoto 3/11/2014--Thanks guys.
Arrowhead Spiketails (Cordulegaster obliqua) are one of our biggest dragonflies (> 3" long) & a favorite of mine. Also rare - I have a population @ the wetlands but our Summer drought started last May when they were trying to lay eggs. So, especially good to see one again - in our VERY wet May - it's a slog fest out there!
I also managed to step onto a hidden fire ant hill as I was shooting this guy - my husband spotted it first & said I had about 100 ants swarming my hiking boots! I was trying to avoid the poison ivy ;-(
@ the wetlands, N Georgia 5-26-25
Not long after the formation of Conrail these Essexville, Michigan bound Consol coal trains moved off the Ann Arbor RR. onto the Grand Trunk Western for movements north of Toledo, Ohio. Here we find 4 former PC U23B's and a U33B slogging up the grade through Bloomfield Hills, Michigan - May 1976.
Wisconsin & Calumet EMD GP9 No. 270 and its diminutive train approaches the Illinois state line as it slowly curves through Clarno, Wisconsin, on February 17, 1985. This little-used line from Madison to Freeport was eventually torn up in late 1999 and turned into a recreational trail.
56078 and 096 slog up Copy Pit with 6M32 Lindsey Oil Refinery to Ribble Rail loaded tanks, just to hear the Grids climbing the bank here made the early start worthwhile.
For those of you who have walked to this vantage point will know how tiring the walk back up to the car park is, ( if your getting on a bit ) .
It’s well worth the slog in my opinion and I could have spent longer here but the lads wanted to get to Elgol for sunset ( which didn’t happen ♂️ ) .
Great memories of a brilliant trip to the Isle of Skye , Scotland .
A drag is slogging westward up the Yellowstone valley with a nice mix of power.
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Whilst not one of my better photographs, however it was one of my more unusual ones !!.
After slogging out a challenging ascent of Mount Wedge it was time to relax and have a snack by the trig. Mount Wedge sits at 1147 metres high and has commanding views over both Lakes Pedder and Gordon. Although on the day I did it the day was very hazy with clear blue skies. No sooner had I got out my lunch I heard a distant chopper and it got closer and closer. It seemed to be heading straight for me. Had I accidently set off my emergency beacon ? Surely not it was secured safely inside my backpack. Then it approached and landed just a few metres from where I was sitting. It belonged to Parks and Wildlife and 4 fellas hopped out and proceeded to this small weather station with some briefcases !!. After some 45 minutes the helicopter left and it was time for me to get going too as it would take me a lot longer to get back down !!. So I had about 10 minutes of solitude before all the excitement happened apart from that there was no one in the area for miles !!.
Photo By Steve Bromley.