Originally posted by texandrews
Hey, like that photo. Good promo photo for Pentax! Noting the bear bell (been in serious bear country w/o one, and felt like an idiot/dinner...). Also noting the crampons on less than heavyweight boots---how did that work out?
The boots were a mistake, of course. But the black toenails had grown out after a...year. The real problem with those boots emerged when hiked up to Mount Marathon Bowl (actually, when coming back down).
The downhill walk on that hike revealed just how poorly the boots were securing my feet. I retightened the laces at least 50 times.
But when you find Size 15 boots on sale, you buy them. Sometimes, you get more than what you pay for. Sometimes, you don't. The heck of it is that my old REI boots are still great and would have been a much better choice, but I really wasn't expecting the heavy hiking on this trip. I had just lost a bunch of weight in a crash diet and was in the midst of a cancer scare--now, I'm 18 months after the (successful) cancer surgery, another 20 pounds lighter, and back into regular workouts. My wife's hiking club was supposed to be doing the hiking, while I poked around with my camera on my own. But I'm an old endurance triathlete, and dropping the weight made the hikes too tempting to pass up, especially when I found I was as fit a hiker as nearly everyone in our group.
But on the day we spent on the Root Glacier, my big toes had stopped hurting and the boots were no problem at all. Not that much steepness, just a lot of ice, and some of it had a layer of water on it and was slippery as could be. The crampons were necessary just for safety. But those boots have not been on my feet since that trip.
Here's another view of what I was carrying on the Root:
The backpack was lunch and water, not photo stuff. All the photo stuff was on the belt. No tripod, though. Notice how I was using the neck strap as a stabilizer for the shot--a strap under sufficient tension is a structural member. Here's the photo I was making:
The moulin was at least a couple of hundred feet deep.
Somewhere, I have a picture of myself down in the Maze at Canyonlands NP, with a large Kelty backpack loaded with a Cambo SC (not exactly optimized for the backcountry!), three lenses (for the OP--90mm, 121mm, and 210mm--nearest to the 35, 45, and 75 on the 645z), ten film holders, a Pentax light meter, and a disgustingly heavy Bogen 4030 tripod that I still use with my Sinar. That picture was the only interesting picture I got out of that trip--all the large-format film was fogged for reasons I never discovered. I've never mastered the art of traveling with a large-format camera, and quickly learned that lesson. That's when I switched to medium format in addition to 35mm. Were it not for COVID-19, I would today be driving from Antelope Slot Canyon back to Moab, after having spent a week in the Escalante Basin. Maybe September, or next year.
By the way, I didn't just have the bear bell. Notice the bear spray on my belt? I'm mighty glad I didn't need either. The closest I've come to a bear in Alaska was running across (very) fresh scat on a hike my wife and I took back to Humboldt Glacier about 20 years ago.
Rick "sorry for the off-topic excursion" Denney