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And here are the "regular" photos from our Anthony Lakes trip in September of 2010. Unlike the HDR images, their shooting didn't involve any mysterious processing. Please to be taking into account the fact that when there are people in the shot then there is a substantially more than a good chance that there was some kind of Tom Foolery going on at the time or about to take place in the immediate future, with or without small furry animals and resultant cacophonic noises of a most jungle-ish variety ...
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Occupants arrived disturbed; no external disturb-ation was necessary! |
Let it be known that we were high, in an elevatory manner and on a not-inconsequential amount of fully saturated outdoors. |
The gang, in front of the old cabin. Or is that "the old gang in front of the cabin?" Not that we complained (about its age, considering our own aggregate). Complaining isn't our style; besides, we're nothing if not resilient and bendy, not unlike the supple wind-blown willow. (CB) |
Anthony Lake (this one is from the HDR set, here |
Jon and Rock proved entirely incapable of even a vague proximity of seriousness (CB) |
For reasons unfathomable to all but the most astute observer, Jeri exhibited copious quantities of school girl-like giddiness. Perhaps it was the setting; perhaps not. We have all baited our breaths (with aged Limburger, salted cod and toe jam) in near-breathless anticipation of the revealing of the mystery behind the smile. |
Rock, unable to get airborne on so short a runway, none-the-less continues to flap his arms uselessly and is embarrassed by Janel's success at same... While Holly remains safely out of range in case there are any pre take-off mechanical failures, quite possibly leading to parts being hurled about on random trajectories and having to be vigorously dodged. (CB) |
A Dead Tree in Front of the Sky (yeah, that's what I'm going with! Got a problem with that?!) |
Janel continues to amaze onlookers with her uncanny impersonation of someone entirely comfortable with her husband's innate goofiness. When asked, she admits that "Nobody said it was gonna be easy, just interesting..." (CB) |
Dead Trees, Their Forlorn Branches Reaching For Moisture That Has Been Promised But Will NEVER come (you had to be there, and chances are you weren't, soooooo sad). |
You would be correct to assume that we were experiencing massive injections of pay-attention hormones at this point in the hike. Beyond lies the reason that nerves of steel, a strong constitution and sticky sneakers become required equipment. There was nervous giggling, and not all if it coming from Rock. (CB) |
I think I will call this "The Crags" for its innate craggy-ness-ness-ness fall off the edge and end up in a mess-mess-mess. |
Final hike of the Fearsome Foursome (due to the 11teen-billion foot drop onto not comfy boulders, we were forced to quench our fears [and hike no more!] with mind-numbing amounts of distilled malted beverages). OK, so we only shared a couple of excruciatingly delicious bottles of the microbrewer's finest, but given the fact that we had looked sudden death right in its squinty bloodshot eye, we gave ourselves permission to act out in a manner here-to-fore only seen at "I survived being eaten by [animal of your choice here]" movies. Yes, we hooted, we hollered, and we ran amok in the woods like children on whatever drug children have naturally in their systems that we adults have lost, dammit! (CB) |
The intrepid hikers stop for a snack and some pics, or in this case, someone taking a pic of someone else taking a pic of them… Meanwhile, Janel searches frantically in her pack for tasty victuals upon which to commit snackage and Holly just has a silly grin on her face for some reason. There might have been a giggle and a tee-hee in there, too. You know how gurls are! |
8,000 feet, high (make of that what you will). It was straight up, straight down, and a fast trip to oblivion should one forget to pay attention to where one placed their sneakers. Devout concentration to one's surroundings was paramount given the inescapable fact that a moments dalliance with mental tardiness might just have resulted in a rather rapid and altogether uncontrolled hurtling groundward, which as we have mentioned before, was approximately 11teen-billion feet below. You will note the fact that both Holly and Rock were clinging onto one another like ugly on an ape, smiling all the while, as if to suggest to the world that they were both fearless and not peeing their pants at the moment! (CB) |
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Jeri and Jon pegged the cute meter! Kinda like a box full of puppies, or several ferrets bouncing around. You know, now that a memory floats to the surface of this ancient glob of cranial goo, Jon did possess a most remarkable weasel-like scent! Jeri was kind enough not to mention it. (CB) |
Christine waving at the Universe. |
Where we find Rock and Janel on the final easy leg of their journey and about to get into serious vertical altitude-osity. And smiling; go figger! (CB) |
Just checking to make sure that they were still there and not worn clean off and stump-like. |
Rock has been known to place big smakage upon Janel's sweaty head, as he's seen demonstrating here. This worries him not in the least whit as he is confident that his reputation remains that of a swarthy, discriminating man and not that of one who goes about kissing random wenches (which, in all fairness, he used to do, resulting in wholesale consternation of the Random Wenches League and a sudden drop in the occurrence thereof). (CB) |
Janel got giddy, and not altogether due to the elevation. |
This is what happily exhausted looks like! Well, sometimes there's a different hat or less tie-dye, a little more droop in the drawers, a bit of dust around the edges, but exhausted has a definite look, and we was it! Coping with it nicely, thank you! Not dead yet!! (CB) |
Janel enjoyed the views. She enjoyed the exhilaration of the hike. She also enjoyed the company of stouthearted companions, the trail-side victuals and many other aspects of that day's hike. She did not, however, enjoy the 11teen-billion foot drops onto the unforgiving stones below. |
When asked why he would do such a thing, Rock replied "why wouldn't I do such a thing?!" Janel stood patiently by her wildly unconventional man, giggling at the incongruity of it all. (CB) |
A view into the Anthony Lakes from on high |
Holly was able to hold up several multi ton boulders with just her steely gaze |
Christine becoming one with the lake and not afraid to be caught wearing her hat widdershins. |
Jon had no trouble deciding which route to take back to the bottom of the crevasse; the easy and slower way, or the fast and dangerous way. Jon turned 50 recently, which has left him with a healthy respect for his healing abilities. |
Upper left. Yes, look towards the upper left, whereupon you'll see Unk Jon, the Intrepid Boulder Beast! Here we find him contemplating a slow surf down the granite flow… |
Janel is quite simply the most relaxed humanoid in the Whole Dang Universe at this moment. |
Christine, caught sneaking a peak from above. |
Rock dipped his once warm toesies in the recently frozen lake... |
Jon, giving serious consideration to a hike across the lake, prepares to launch himself into the formerly unknown. With only his trusty Swiss Army knife, a compass and several granola bars, Jon is no stranger to taking off in seemingly random directions, following paths seen only by him. |
There were times when Christine would simply disappear into the local shrubbery, only to reappear again suddenly with a Cheshire grin and telltale signs of another successful mission into the wilds… |
Here we find Rock, relaxing after a long day's drive across Oregon. He and Janel spent the better part of dark-thirty sprawled horizontally on the boat dock, looking up into the vast heavens and not contemplating anything other than the complete otherworldly nature of it all. |
This was one of those time where not eating the mysterious fungi was undoubtedly survival-of-the-fittest thinking. |
There had either been a massive bug-kill in this area or a serious fire, or both. An eerily beautiful scene. |
At this moment we find Rock shucking his sneakers for a quick wade in a cold mountain stream. There was a small amount of shocked squealing and a quick denial of said breach of masculine discourse. |
Janel also dipped her weary toesies in the cold stream. As there was only one witness (who cannot at the best of time be given the title of "Guy with the least amount of ADD") there remains some confusion about whether or not Janel squealed longer and/or louder than her big wuss of a husband. The truth may never be known and will certainly attain "insignificant legend" status in due time. |
The evening of our last night together after an outstanding hike into the wilderness (CB) |
And then (surprise) we experienced collective silliness, which was not altogether due to the altitude (CB) |
Rock thinks that he looks not unlike a rock-star or someone with a lot of confidence that pictures of him looking all weird and all won't make it into the public eye. NOT! Sorry Bob, you get what's behind door number 4! |
As we fade slowly into the distance we bid you a fond adieu. Until we meet again, may you and yours have noteworthy adventures of your own (CB) |
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