<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:33:11.920-05:00</updated><category term='eagle'/><category term='bald eagles'/><category term='photography'/><category term='utah'/><category term='hike'/><category term='mississippi river'/><category term='canyon'/><title type='text'>Frontier Photography Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to view and read information about my photography adventures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-2954420454073492652</id><published>2008-06-15T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:35:06.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My expeirence with a Red-Tail hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have lived in Davenport for about 5 years and there has been a mated pair of Red-Tail hawks that live in the wooded area behind my home. They have always been very shy but every once in a while, they would allow me within 25 yards before flying away. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKcDPyCIKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/oGLtkDtuMIQ/s1600-h/DSC_4874.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265442493939458210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKcDPyCIKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/oGLtkDtuMIQ/s320/DSC_4874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always enjoyed photographing them in their natural habitat and when I used to leave early for work, I would find them sitting at the top of the power pole behind my home and screech at me as I got in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On this particular day, I went out for my casual walk searching for various types of wildlife when I ran across one of the hawks on the railroad tracks. I froze and went down to the ground to start snapping photos when it hit me that something was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKce9B4tlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/aWaETdKk9IY/s1600-h/DSC_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265442969942013522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKce9B4tlI/AAAAAAAAAv8/aWaETdKk9IY/s320/DSC_4655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got up and slowly walked toward him and noticed that he would not fly away but I could tell he was frightened. I walked around him within 10 feet and still he did not move. And it wasnt until I walked behind him that I noticed what looked like an injured wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I immediately walked home and called the zoo who gave me a number to a wildlife specialist who gave me a number to the Raptor Recovery Center in Cedar Rapids, IA. The message on their machine before I left my message mentioned putting the animal in a cage or a box which I must say, really intimidated me because the size of this hawks talons were huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKc6sg157I/AAAAAAAAAwE/bLqqicWVuO8/s1600-h/DSC_4664.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a small dog crate that I took with me and went back to the hawk. He was still there so I slowly moved up and placed the cage over the top of him and turned the cage on its side using a long stick to slowly nudge him in. He immedately went on his back as a defense move and grabbed the stick I was using with his talons. There was no way I was going to fight with him so I let him have it. While my heart pounded trying to get him in the cage, the female kept flying by wanting me to leave and screeching at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKc6sg157I/AAAAAAAAAwE/bLqqicWVuO8/s1600-h/DSC_4664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265443446544787378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKc6sg157I/AAAAAAAAAwE/bLqqicWVuO8/s320/DSC_4664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I brought him home to wait for the return phone call from the Raptor Recovery Center, but I had to take some photos at a park in Rock Island. As I was leaving the park, I received the call and planned to meet the person in Walcott, IA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she arrived (just before a huge thunderstorm hit the area) she examined the bird and noticed he had been starving for some time and did not look very healthy. She was going to take him back and try to rehabilitate him back to good health and then release him in the spot where I found him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately I was notified two days later that the bird did not survive. And upon examination, was found to have been starving due to a broken wing and the inability to hunt. Now, the female hawk has abandoned this territory and I have only seen one passing through. I sure do miss having them around and hope that one day soon, another pair will take over this hunting territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKdqi4mDkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MTK08va5DF0/s1600-h/DSC_4490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265444268593778242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKdqi4mDkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/MTK08va5DF0/s320/DSC_4490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-2954420454073492652?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2954420454073492652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=2954420454073492652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/2954420454073492652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/2954420454073492652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-expeirence-with-red-tail-hawk.html' title='My expeirence with a Red-Tail hawk'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/SRKcDPyCIKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/oGLtkDtuMIQ/s72-c/DSC_4874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-3053440554890584787</id><published>2008-01-09T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:59:42.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bald eagles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mississippi river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle'/><title type='text'>Bald Eagle Migration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WQxfiqvMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_IA2pJ1bes8/s1600-h/DSC_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153684528550296770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WQxfiqvMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_IA2pJ1bes8/s320/DSC_0401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year between the middle of December until early February the North American Bald Eagle migrates to the Quad Cities area from northern Wisconsin, Minnesota and Canada. During this time you can travel along the river and constantly see these magnificant raptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the river freezes, the best places are near the lock and dams where the water is open. I especially like to hang out just wet of Lock and Dam 15 on the Iowa side. It is here you can see many eagles perched on the trees across the river near arsenal island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any time you will see between 1 and several hundred eagles flying over the water. Most of the time a few of them will be flying circular patterns and diving for fish. If you are lucky to see them approach you at a close distance, they will look at you intently as shown by the image below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WR1viqvNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jd6PgHXk2RM/s1600-h/DSC_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153685701076368594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WR1viqvNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jd6PgHXk2RM/s400/DSC_0410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is said that a bald eagle can read a newspaper from 100 yards away. As they glide effortlessly using the wind, they constantly scan the water looking for an unlucky fish. Once they locate their prey, the wings fold back as their feet retract like a landing gear on an aircraft and they twist their body to dive. Just before hitting the water they flare their wings to stop in midair just as their razor sharp talons dip into the water to grab the unsuspecting fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WVn_iqvOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8O_cdplynMM/s1600-h/Eagle_Sequence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153689862899678434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WVn_iqvOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8O_cdplynMM/s400/Eagle_Sequence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not all attempts are successful, when you can see them catch one, it is quite rewarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-3053440554890584787?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3053440554890584787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=3053440554890584787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/3053440554890584787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/3053440554890584787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2008/01/bald-eagle-migration.html' title='Bald Eagle Migration'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R4WQxfiqvMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_IA2pJ1bes8/s72-c/DSC_0401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-2145781562418581750</id><published>2007-10-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:42:50.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination - The Colorado Rocky Mountains</title><content type='html'>One of the best places in the world to view fall foliage is Colorado. The terrain is so diverse and the amount of aspen groves within this state make it one of the more desired places to visit in the fall. The ideal time I have found is to be the last week of September or the first week in October although depending upon the weather, the golden foliage could last longer or be cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week of October I had to travel to Denver for work. I took the weekend prior to rent a jeep and journey through the state for a day and a half. But since I didnt arrive until the afternoon, I only made it as far as Silverthorne. I did however get to travel up Mt Evans. Man was it cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mt evans has the highest road in North America that travels up to 14,000+ft. This road is not recommend for the those with weak proportions and a fear of heights as there are hardly any guardrails and the only thing separating you from the flat road and a long tumble down the mountain is simple driving skill and control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final destination was to be the Maroon Bells near Aspen. Little did I know that the drive from Silverthorne to Aspen would reward with some great scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I arrived at the Maroon Bells it was better than any photo I have ever seen. Apparently this place is the most photographed place in Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There had been snow overnight so the mountains all had snow on them. Driving down the road there was still snow on the trees that were in the shadow of the mountain side which created such a beautiful landscape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending a few hours here, I drove up to Glenwood Springs and through the canyon on the way back to Silverthorne. Then ventured north to only God knows where but ultimately I headed to Rocky Mountain National Park. The view atop Trail Ridge road was spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was on top I seen a small herd of Elk, so I ventured out in the cold to take some photos. As I turned around to walk back, there were in front of me 3 bighorn sheep. So naturally I started shooting although my hands had gone numb from the cold. What a sight with the mountains in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/DSC_8911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunatley I had to leave some time as it was getting dark. I had to drive back to the airport in Denver to return my rental car. When I arrived, my gas guage said 0 miles till empty. By this time my eyes had started to play tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-2145781562418581750?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/2145781562418581750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=2145781562418581750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/2145781562418581750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/2145781562418581750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2008/01/destination-colorado-rocky-mountains.html' title='Destination - The Colorado Rocky Mountains'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/Colorado%202007/th_DSC_8570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-8710919614155162536</id><published>2007-06-05T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:58:44.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quad City Airshow</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite holidays of the year is the Quad City Airshow. Now you may say that the airshow is not a real holiday but for me, it is.&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every few years they have a night show in which they have an airshow that starts at 6pm until 10pm. This year happened to be one of those years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, the thunderous roars of turbojet aircraft with afterburner is always my favorite. There is nothing like having your ribcage rattled by the roar of a screaming fighter jet. Another favorite of the fans is Shockwave. This jet powered semi is a real treat to watch after the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the night show is always held on a Friday night, Saturday and Sunday holds the regular airshow schedule. Somehow it is always scorching hot and for some reason many people thing that drinking alot of alcohol will help them feel better. I just dont get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q183/kevinlee72/DSC_5732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny thing is the crowds racing back to their vehicles just before the airshow ends thinking somehow that they will easily be able to leave the airport grounds without getting stuck in traffic....NOT. The best way to deal with this is allow yourselve plenty of time. When everyone leaves, take the time to walk around and view the static displays. By the time you walk back to your car, all the heavy traffic will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-8710919614155162536?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8710919614155162536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=8710919614155162536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/8710919614155162536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/8710919614155162536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2008/01/quad-city-airshow.html' title='The Quad City Airshow'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-7413131527604032844</id><published>2007-05-05T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:08:18.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Day 3 - Is there anyone left in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zEviqvCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LFdOuS7-p5Y/s1600-h/DSC_3314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151681549076970530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zEviqvCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LFdOuS7-p5Y/s400/DSC_3314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After waking up to the silence of the southern Utah desert, I wondered what happened to the rest of the world. It seemed as though I was the only person left. I walked over to the edge of the rim to see the expanse of the desert just before sunrise. And although I was a bit nervous about mountain lions, I was having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a quick breakfast before heading to Big Water Utah and then on to Page Arizona. The primitave road going down the edge of Grand Staircase NM was a bit scary but again, I was having the time of my life. It was just wonderful being the only person for many miles to experience these sights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zN_iqvDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oDEZZ9du5oc/s1600-h/DSC_3444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151681707990760498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zN_iqvDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oDEZZ9du5oc/s400/DSC_3444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up pulling over at this spot and made a grape jam sandwich. I pulled out a bottle of water and washed my hair then brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I arrived into Page I stopped at the Glen Canyon Dam to take some photos. Then it was off to horseshoe bend. Whoa.. talk about getting dizzy. This spectacular place yieled visual rewards more than was expected. Of course the 1/2 mile hike on a sandy trail was an inconvenience in the hot Arizona sun. Then came the edge. Those with vertigo, I would not recommend this place to visit. One slip and thats all folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met another photographer from Scotland who was also visiting. He took this photo of me taking a photo of Horseshoe bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zofiqvEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f90XoBlZAAU/s1600-h/How+I+photographed+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151682163257293890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zofiqvEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f90XoBlZAAU/s400/How+I+photographed+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zoviqvFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UXlGMW9z8qw/s1600-h/Horseshoe+Bend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151682167552261202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zoviqvFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UXlGMW9z8qw/s400/Horseshoe+Bend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zoviqvFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/UXlGMW9z8qw/s1600-h/Horseshoe+Bend.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished, it was off to Antelope Canyon. I chose to go through the upper canyon wondering if I could get a photo of the light beams. This canyon is operated by the Navajo Nation. You pay the fee and hop on a pickup truck for a 10 mile drive through a sand filled basin until you reach the canyon enterance. You are required to have a Navajo guide with you at all times while in the canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R350O_iqvGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ViDsaxG-xRc/s1600-h/DSC_3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151682824682257506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R350O_iqvGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ViDsaxG-xRc/s400/DSC_3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151683017955785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R350aPiqvHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ezunq3Ybscw/s400/DSC_3603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place was wonderful although jam packed. After a while I wondered if there were going to be any fights between photographers. Because the canyon is dark, it requires long exposure times. The problem was on one side several photographers were setup for long exposures and on the other side unkowingly walking to these photographers people would walk right into the cameras view ruining the exposure. But for the most part, everyone behaved themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well enough of that, I stopped at Mcdonalds and had some real food :) Then it was off to Zion and Vegas. Unfortunately the north rim of the Grand Canyon was still closed for the season but the road passing by yielded a couple of views of the mighty California Condor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zion National Park was an amazing landscape filled with unique rock formations. Even better were the sunsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R3500_iqvII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hrmayB0cxpI/s1600-h/DSC_3805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151683477517286530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R3500_iqvII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hrmayB0cxpI/s400/DSC_3805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never did make it to the Desert National Wildlife Refuge north of Vegas and instead stopped overnight at the Valley of Fire state park. The one thing I did not anticipate was sleeping in warmer temperatures. But also, I had to leave the windows closed due to critters such as black widows, scorpions and other icky insects. As a matter of fact, there was a juvenile rattle snake near my camp spot. And at the toilets, there were many bats flying near the lights eating up the flying bugs. You could hear their ultrasonic squeaks as they flew for an intercept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-7413131527604032844?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7413131527604032844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=7413131527604032844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/7413131527604032844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/7413131527604032844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2008/01/utah-day-3-is-there-anyone-left-in.html' title='Utah Day 3 - Is there anyone left in the world?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35zEviqvCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LFdOuS7-p5Y/s72-c/DSC_3314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-3156214055345378400</id><published>2007-05-04T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:59:34.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><title type='text'>Utah Day 2 - The Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31lNPiqu8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/25zvqKXM9rQ/s1600-h/DSC_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151384826966358978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31lNPiqu8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/25zvqKXM9rQ/s200/DSC_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2, I woke up to a crystal clear and yet cool morning. I walked out near the rim of the canyon and took ...well a whole lotta photos. As I was walking around I could hear coyotes sing, although I never did see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo, you can see me standing on the edge of the canyon...whoa.. gave me the willies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back in the jeep and headed to town to get gas and some snacks to nibble on. Only took 30 miles to get to Hanksville. This town has a population of 300 counting cats and dogs. Otherwise, the closest town is Green River to the north, about an hour away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31l9fiqu9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sBADaR9dp4U/s1600-h/DSC_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151385655895047122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31l9fiqu9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sBADaR9dp4U/s200/DSC_2571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove south and crossed back into Capital Reef NP from the south side of the Henry Mountains. Most of my travels were along dirt roads. One of my stops along the way was Escalante. Just before getting into Boulder, I seen a slab of rock with the weirdest iron deposits laying all over. Some were the size of a pea and others were large boulders. Black and round..it was solid iron laying on top of sandstone. Just plain weird.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31nRPiqu-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VfsCwJsSWUU/s1600-h/DSC_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151387094709091298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31nRPiqu-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VfsCwJsSWUU/s200/DSC_3184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The difficult part of this day was the drive through Grand Staircase National Monument. I took the road less traveled of course, but didnt know what I was in for. I took Smokey Mountain road. This road was part of the way dirt, sand rock and solid rock. It took 4 hours to drive 70 miles. I came upon a part of the road that was a solid slab of sandstone at a steep incline. Luckily I had a 4x4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached the south edge of Grand Staircase NM along the rim just before sunset. It was spectacular!! I could see the town of Page Arizona in the distance. With the moon shining bright above, it was a wonderful and quiet evening with no one anywhere near me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31oe_iqu_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fDpSDFSbncc/s1600-h/DSC_3266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151388430443920370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31oe_iqu_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fDpSDFSbncc/s200/DSC_3266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-3156214055345378400?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/3156214055345378400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=3156214055345378400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/3156214055345378400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/3156214055345378400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2007/05/utah-day-2-adventure.html' title='Utah Day 2 - The Adventure...'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31lNPiqu8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/25zvqKXM9rQ/s72-c/DSC_2534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-8080182204040423642</id><published>2007-05-03T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:40:22.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Day 1 - The long road trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31dyviqu2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KCKnq3lSins/s1600-h/DSC_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151376675118431074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31dyviqu2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KCKnq3lSins/s320/DSC_3008.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arrived in Vegas just before noon. Rented a jeep Grand Cherokee....with a sunroof. YEAH!!! The trip to Hanksville Utah took about 7 hours over roughly 430 miles. After pulling off the interstate things became interesting. First was a herd of so many deer, I couldnt count. Of course they were cautious of me, but a neat sight of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before reaching Hanksville, I traveled through Capital Reef National Park. W&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31fZfiqu3I/AAAAAAAAADM/zn3ZoH_oe9I/s1600-h/DSC_2308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151378440349989746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31fZfiqu3I/AAAAAAAAADM/zn3ZoH_oe9I/s200/DSC_2308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat a neat neat place. When the sun starts to set, the rocks change colors dramatically. The first photo is the goosenecks. Whoa..watch your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31gJviqu4I/AAAAAAAAADU/iqsN6wuPrnQ/s1600-h/DSC_2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151379269278677890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31gJviqu4I/AAAAAAAAADU/iqsN6wuPrnQ/s200/DSC_2350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont be in a hurry to get anywhere fast. Utah has alot of open spaces. It does take time to get from points A to B. After about 30 minutes or so, I came across Factory Butte. To my understanding this has been turned into a recreation area for dirt bikes and ATV's which, being someone who is not a rider, is disappointing. In my own opinion, it takes away from the natural surroundings by scarring the terrain with tire tracks and loud noises. But when nobody is around, you can actually hear your ears ring from the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...When I got to the dirt road turnout from the "Trail of the Ancients" highway it was dark. I had to drive 11 miles in the dark on this trecherous dirt road where I almost hit an owl. When I finally arrived at Burr Point, the moon was shining bright and lit up the canyon very nicely. Burr Point is at the rim of a canyon near the dirty devil river. It is about an 1800 foot drop at the rim and, well is quite breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31it_iqu5I/AAAAAAAAADc/39QVGUToiAk/s1600-h/DSC_2379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151382091072191378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31it_iqu5I/AAAAAAAAADc/39QVGUToiAk/s200/DSC_2379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep for the night and woke up around 3AM. I got the camera and shot a photo of the moon setting behind the Henry Mountains. Beautiful!!!! I went back to sleep for a while and woke up just before the sun rose. I opened the sunroof and snapped a photo of the stars.....again Breathtaking!! Click on the image to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31jPPiqu7I/AAAAAAAAADs/DSxzdGhM4oE/s1600-h/DSC_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151382662302841778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31jPPiqu7I/AAAAAAAAADs/DSxzdGhM4oE/s200/DSC_2386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-8080182204040423642?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/8080182204040423642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=8080182204040423642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/8080182204040423642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/8080182204040423642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-1-utah.html' title='Utah Day 1 - The long road trip'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R31dyviqu2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KCKnq3lSins/s72-c/DSC_3008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-5257049329537816409</id><published>2007-05-01T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:58:51.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah trip Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/Rjek21a-sSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y88YHUPHrnI/s1600-h/DSC_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059693968334172450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/Rjek21a-sSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y88YHUPHrnI/s200/DSC_3322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RjeknFa-sRI/AAAAAAAAACw/m_ma__aUCS4/s1600-h/DSC_3322.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I made it back in one piece. Actaully lost 6 pounds over the 4 days I was hiking through Utah. The trip went very well and the weather could not of been better. Never did see a cloud until my last day. Sunshine with temps between 70-85 depending on what elevation I was at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In the meantime let me tell you that the places I visited are so remote, you will be lucky to run into just one person driving through. I didnt see anybody for 2 straight days. The sounds ....well there were no sounds except an occasional breeze. The first morning after watching the sun rise, I was getting ready to go for a hike when I heard the song of coyotes howling. It was sooooo magnificant considering I was the only person to hear them. I never did see them but the song they sang was very neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first night watching the stars was just incredible. The moons glow on the surrounding canyons and rocks were like nothing else in the world. This trip was very awe inspiring and at the same time, nerve racking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never did see a mountain lion but I did see the mountain lion poop. It also could of been from a coyote I suppose but a mountian lion sounds more dramatic than a coyote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon you can read detailed accounts and photos from the trip. I took over 1,700 photos give or take a few. Talk to you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-5257049329537816409?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/5257049329537816409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=5257049329537816409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/5257049329537816409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/5257049329537816409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2007/05/utah-trip-summary.html' title='Utah trip Summary'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/Rjek21a-sSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y88YHUPHrnI/s72-c/DSC_3322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-6497516245167062255</id><published>2007-04-23T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:37:57.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend..UTAH!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, again it has been a while since my last post. A lot has been happening, business has been good but this weekend will hopefully prove FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a free roundtrip ticket and am flying into Las Vegas, renting a jeep and driving through the backcountry of southern Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah is one of my most favorite places to visit. I remember my first trip driving through on my way to Los Angeles.  I thought Utah was just incredible.  I took my friend Brandon here and together we went backpacking, hiking and camping in the backcountry.  The one big difference in this upcoming trip..... I am going alone!!!  Yikes, I have never done this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to make the safety provisions like renting a satellite phone because there is no cell phone service or paved roads. Would hate to get a flat tire with no way to get a hold of anybody. There are places that are not always visited, so with any type of emergency, you are on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will be bringing a large can of bear spray. This is a large canister containing pepper spray that shoots 20 feet to deter bears.  So why am I taking it with if there are no bears...  one word.... Mountain Lions!!  Thats right, mountain lions inhabit southern Utah.  This happens to be one of my greatest concerns since I will be alone because mountian lions stalk their prey.  If you dont see any, doesnt mean there are no lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the itinerary... arrive in Vegas on Thursday morning, drive to hanksville Utah. I will be spending the night near a place called &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1&amp;z=14&amp;amp;ll=38.169114,-110.449848&amp;spn=0.035022,0.079823"&gt;Burr Point &lt;/a&gt;.  Burr point is a very remote area near the Dirty Devil River.  From the cliff edge down to river is a 200o ft drop straight down.  Very surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having a conflict of whether to visit Cedar Mesa near Blanding where there are ancient Anasazi indian dwellings. The drive one way ris 95 miles.  If I do not, I will travel south to Hite Utah, then take the dirt road northwest through Capitol Reef National Park to Boulder Utah.  Then head south to Escalante and take (if the weather cooperates) Smoky Mountain road through the Grand Staircase Escalante National Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I will head to Price Arizona and visit Horseshoe Bend and Antelope Canyon before traveling back to Vegas.  I will be camping out near Desert National Wildlife Range Saturday night before heading in to Vegas and catch my flight Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I return from this trip, you can bet I will be posting those photos in the Utah gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll blog to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-6497516245167062255?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/6497516245167062255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=6497516245167062255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/6497516245167062255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/6497516245167062255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-weekendutah.html' title='This weekend..UTAH!!!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-7777012494828758827</id><published>2007-02-15T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:23:55.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lamar Valley - Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Lamar Valley is located in the northeast secti&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUoN-w5qXI/AAAAAAAAABU/3PMT3HsQMek/s1600-h/DSC_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972379307911538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUoN-w5qXI/AAAAAAAAABU/3PMT3HsQMek/s320/DSC_0880.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on of Yellowstone National Park. It has in the past been referred to as the Serengeti of North America due to the amount of wildlife found in this area. The type of wildlife you may find include but are not limited to the North American Buffalo or Bison, the Gray Wolf, Coyote, Grizzly Bear, Black Bear, and Pronghorn to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was during the last week of September while the colors of fall were making their annual debut. On this particular day we decided to travel east from o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUn5Ow5qWI/AAAAAAAAABM/joJsAG8Z_DU/s1600-h/DSC_7314.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031972022825625954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUn5Ow5qWI/AAAAAAAAABM/joJsAG8Z_DU/s320/DSC_7314.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ur cabin in Cooke City Montana and head for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beartooth_Pass"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beartooth Highway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to Red Lodge Montana. If you ever do get the opportunity to travel this way, please take this road unless you are terrified of high switchback roads. Words cannot describe what type of geologic even took place in this area but one thing is for sure and that is that this place will certainly leave an impression on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After our drive to Beartooth Pass I said to my dad and brother, "why don't we head to the Lamar Valley and take a short stroll." This phrase will always carry with it the irony to what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once we arrived in the Lamar we pulled over to the side of the road. I started packing my backpack with camera equipment and put on my coat and gloves. Of course we intended on taking a short stroll of an hour or less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUps-w5qYI/AAAAAAAAABc/2qz9hDoqRp0/s1600-h/DSC_0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031974011395484034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUps-w5qYI/AAAAAAAAABc/2qz9hDoqRp0/s320/DSC_0837.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad took the lead of course and never waited for Troy or myself to follow. We found him walking along the Lamar river taking in the breathtaking scenery and told him that we were going to cross the bridge. This bridge would be the only way to cross the river, but prior to the knowledge I have now, I did not know it at the time. I thought we could cross the bridge and walk down a mile or so and cross what I thought was another bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We crossed and started to head west towards the setting sun. We followed the bison trails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUrNew5qZI/AAAAAAAAABk/E_PVi6rdldY/s1600-h/DSC_7387.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031975669252860306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUrNew5qZI/AAAAAAAAABk/E_PVi6rdldY/s320/DSC_7387.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and tried with every intention to avoid the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_chip"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; buffalo chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Buffalo chips or meadow muffins do take alot of space in this wide open area, which means that the buffalo that roam Yellowstone sure do get around. It was at this time that my dad and brother seen something in the distance that was white and laying on the ground in the thick grass. We went to check it out and behold was a buffalo skull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it occured to me what happens in this place. The beginning and the end of life happens in this very valley. In the springtime this place explodes with the births animals and also where the old ones die or become a meal for the bear or wolves. One thing for sure is nothing goes to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we continued on our journey, the sun started to go behind one of the mountains. It was that point where I was determined to reach the imaginary bridge that didnt exist. My dad was also determined to cross the river with his 'waterproof' boots. And that left my brother in the middle with the video camera filming both my dad and me walking in opposite directions. I then took the lead which led to a dead end. The river intersected with another river and left nowhere to cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUtBuw5qaI/AAAAAAAAABs/GjXWYnNINRg/s1600-h/DSC_7391.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031977666412652962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUtBuw5qaI/AAAAAAAAABs/GjXWYnNINRg/s320/DSC_7391.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I became very angry with myself for leading my dad and brother this far with only one option. And that was to turn around and go back the way we came. It was getting darker and there was still the subtle fear that a bear or buffalo was roaming around in our path. But we continued and pressed on huffing and puffing as we started to become tired of walking. We came across two mule deer who stood in one spot and watched us walk past them along a ridge to another buffalo trail. I thought I heard them mock us and laugh as we passed them by. When the sun went down, it was at that point my brother feared for our lives. We started to pray and ask God to deliver us from the wilds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUu1uw5qbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YgoZ-wh-LZQ/s1600-h/DSC_7408.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It became pitch black and of course, when I reached into my backpack that I realized I did &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUvI-w5qcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/POj5KKWeXXc/s1600-h/DSC_7408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031979989989960130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUvI-w5qcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/POj5KKWeXXc/s200/DSC_7408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not bring a flashlight. The only light we had was the LCD monitor on the video camera. Troy pointed it towards the ground as we walked in a single file line. Troy had the camera, I had a long stick and my dad was carrying the &lt;a href="http://www.udap.com/"&gt;bear spray&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now I was fearing for our lives. All I could think about was getting these two to safety. With no light, no way to see in the blackness of night, we didnt know if there was a buffalo or bear two feet from us. It was at this time that there was a loud splash of water that ...well freaked us out. I remember my body froze in an instant ready (so I thought) to defend ourselves. It ended up being a few ducks that we startled. I dont know who was scared more, them or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We knew we had to travel along the river or else we would lose the opportunity to cross the bridge near where we parked. The problem was we didnt know if our route would become a deadend near some swamp wetland. But as we climed a small incline I noticed something that was about 10 feet away. A sillouette that caught my attention was a small frame that I recognized being near the bridge. We became excited and picked up the pace for another 50 feet or so and behold, the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We sang praises to God and thanked him for getting us back to our car safely. When I started the car and turned on the headlights, it was at that point where we looked at eachother and laughed. My dad said to the camera "this old cherokee has had it." We also remember that during the daylight, we didnt see the many herds of buffalo as we seen in the previous days in the same area and once again, thanked God for keeping the wilds away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next day we drove back and it became apparent just how lucky we were. Both Tro&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUxjOw5qdI/AAAAAAAAACE/DBtXfNQehbU/s1600-h/DSC_7428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031982639984781778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUxjOw5qdI/AAAAAAAAACE/DBtXfNQehbU/s200/DSC_7428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y and me were discussing the routes we took to get back. Truly an experience we all will not forget for a long time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-7777012494828758827?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/7777012494828758827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=7777012494828758827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/7777012494828758827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/7777012494828758827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2007/02/lamar-valley-yellowstone.html' title='The Lamar Valley - Yellowstone'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/RdUoN-w5qXI/AAAAAAAAABU/3PMT3HsQMek/s72-c/DSC_0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-116564585491584205</id><published>2006-12-09T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:34:11.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3689/3509/1600/661398/DSC_7699a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3689/3509/200/77047/DSC_7699a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3689/3509/1600/106571/DSC_7699a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll the last post was in August.. and alot has happened since then. I took a vacation to Wyoming and Montana and my wife gave birth to our second daughter Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...Tori is our second edition child added to our family on October 30th. Her big sister Abi loves her dearly and always tries to comfort her when she does cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3689/3509/1600/557655/DSC_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3689/3509/200/841052/DSC_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings and Senior pictures are the name of the game. Call me if you need them taken or want some christmas card photos even if its last minute. I recently have been updating the galleries with newer photos from vacation and the photo shoots I have done over the last few months so I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be discussing some of the high and low points of my trip to Yellowstone including the part where we were lost for a short time in the blackness of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drop me an email and let me know what you think of this website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-116564585491584205?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/116564585491584205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=116564585491584205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/116564585491584205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/116564585491584205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-115621992372100728</id><published>2006-08-21T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:17:55.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but fun weekend</title><content type='html'>Yes it was very busy. Had a wedding to attend where Christie was asked to sing. Went to the rehearsal Friday, wedding Saturday and reception Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/1600/DSC_4844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/320/DSC_4844.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Christie and I drove to Chicago to see the Airshow. We parked in the John Hancock Building and watched from the 94th floor. Now that is the way to watch an airshow. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/1600/DSC_4567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/200/DSC_4567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very neat to see the planes fly below you and then climb up past your view. I will post some photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the John Hancock building has enough steel to make 33,000 automobiles? If you put it in the deepest part of Lake Michigan, it would still stick out. And it weighs 46,000 tons or 92 million pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-115621992372100728?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/115621992372100728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=115621992372100728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115621992372100728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115621992372100728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-but-fun-weekend.html' title='Busy but fun weekend'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-115544815552661030</id><published>2006-08-13T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:51:20.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34... is that old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/1600/YAFSS_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Augus&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/1600/DSC_4054.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/320/DSC_4054.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t 12, 1972 at 2:46PM... I came into the world. Seems a long time ago, but speaking to someone in their 70's on Friday, ey thats half of their lifetime. Had a nice relaxing day. Woke up, took a shower, took a walk through the woods where I was confronted by two buck deer. I thought they were going to charge me, whew I am glad they decided not to. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/1600/DSC_4067.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3689/3509/320/DSC_4067.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I strolled on down and turned along a bend, I came face to face with a red fox. Wow! First time I have ever seen a fox in my neighborhood. He was less intimidating as he ran off into the woods. Was I that scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with my parents, brother, wife and Abi. What a great time. My brother gave me a birthday card that played Oye Como Va! when you opened it. I said "I hope I dont offend anyone, but this is the coolest card I have ever gotten." Was that bad to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I rented "The Greatest Game Ever Played." What a great movie. Even if you dont like Golf, I still recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now it's August 13th and my birthday has come and gone again. Till next year, have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-115544815552661030?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/115544815552661030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=115544815552661030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115544815552661030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115544815552661030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2006/08/34-is-that-old.html' title='34... is that old?'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-115527341035570537</id><published>2006-08-11T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:16:50.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a website is tough.</title><content type='html'>I have been looking and looking for ideas and wondering if I should just buy a template.  Weeeelllllll not just yet.  Although it is taking a long time to complete, designing your own website is rewarding.  You learn from your mistakes while learning more about the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the weather has been alot better this week.  Anything is better than a heat index of 105.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its off to bed, until later...  later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-115527341035570537?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/115527341035570537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=115527341035570537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115527341035570537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115527341035570537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2006/08/creating-website-is-tough.html' title='Creating a website is tough.'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32159145.post-115466599416244443</id><published>2006-08-03T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:33:14.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontier Photography is now Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, what started as an idea has now become a reality.  As of July 11, 2006, Frontier Photography is now online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontierphoto.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;www.frontierphoto.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.  It will serve two purposes, to display galleries ranging from landscapes, wildlife, portraits, aviation and other types of photos. And to provide professional services for weddings, portraits, real estate, and aerial photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been told by many to go pro, but was very reluctant.  Then when my wifes co-worker asked me to do her wedding, I knew I needed to start the whole small business thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The biggest struggle to date has been getting the website complete and having people sign the infamous model release form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well this is the beginning of a new adventure for me and hope you can check back periodiocally to see how things are going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32159145-115466599416244443?l=frontierphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/115466599416244443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32159145&amp;postID=115466599416244443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115466599416244443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32159145/posts/default/115466599416244443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierphoto.blogspot.com/2006/08/frontier-photography-is-now-live.html' title='Frontier Photography is now Live!'/><author><name>Kevin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05713706630109638425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHnQ-_uar58/R35uKPiqvBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/67qztWilVIw/S220/DSC_1024a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
