A different kind of picture from Italy. Taken from Murano Island off of Venice where much of the fancy hand blown glassware that the place is famous for is made. I didn’t make it out to the island when I was in Italy in 2001, so it was kind of my goal to get out there in the 2011 version of the trip. I think it’s kind of a cool picture of the shop, and I’m entertained by the apparent lack of concern by anyone to the cigarette hanging out of the one worker’s mouth.
Pictures taken with Canon 60D, EF-S 17-85mm lens @ 66mm, f/5.6, 1/25 sec, ISO 400
By the time we got to Riomaggiore it was pretty much night – we went into town and got a few beers, walked back out to the point to watch the sunset and drink our beers and then hiked up the hill over the town while waiting for the train. I suspect Riomaggiore was the smallest of the towns and the least touristy, you can see the train station is pretty minimal.
Pictures taken with Canon 60D, EF-S 10-22mm lens @ 10mm, f/3.5, 1/13 sec, ISO 1600
OK, last one of Vernazza… Looking back as we were hiking out of town. I’m not sure why I have a disproportionate number of pictures from Vernazza – must have been the most picturesque town of the five.
Pictures taken with Canon 60D, EF-S 10-22mm lens @ 17mm, f/16, 1/160 sec, ISO 400
Pictures taken with Canon 60D, EF-S 10-22mm lens @ 14mm, f/16, 1/80 sec*, ISO 100
* I’m pretty sure I deleted two of the three shots that went into the HDR composition, which makes me feel dumb. The one I have was shot at 1/80 sec, but I’m not sure if it was the mid or the under exposure.
Day 7 was partially taken up with our descent from Lake of the Angels, partially taken up with our loitering at the trail head pondering what to do next and partially taken up driving toward Mt. Rainier. We stopped off at a hotel along the way as it was suspected that accommodations nearer Mt. Rainier would get more sparse and more expensive. The next day that suspicion was validated – everything near the park was sold out or very fancy. This also made sense once we got into the park and saw just how busy it was by midday.
Mt. Rainier from the end of our hike.
We arrived at the White River entrance to Mt. Rainier around 8:30 and drove in. The initial plan was to do two hikes, so starting at the northern end of the park, we went to the White River Campground to hike toward Rainier on the Glacier Basin Trail. The trail is reportedly 7 miles round trip, but there wasn’t really an end destination, though looking it up on the map afterward, we went about 3.5 miles in, so I think we made it to the point we were supposed to. Much of the hike was along the White River which was fed by glacier melt from the Emmons Glacier which is the largest in the lower 48 states. We did see a team of five hiking along the glacier further up – and according to some person I overheard, hiking Rainier is relatively simple though being a multi-day event. Continue reading →
Mr. Mountain Goat nestled into his rocky alcove hiding from the people.
We actually got up early and left Aberdeen right around 7AM headed for the Mt. Ellinor trail head which we reached around 9:00. I think there were two trail heads for Mt. Elinore and we were heading for the upper, which involved many miles of bumpy dirt road to access. I have some philosophical thing against hiking past a trail head further in or up since it seems like an intentional deoptimization of the hike.
The upper trail was a 3.2 mile round trip with 2444′ of elevation gain. We weren’t really carefully tracking elevation or trail distance, but we had made notes and looking back when writing I found it interesting to calculate the elevation ratios. This one was a 3.46 to 1 ratio, which was notably steeper than the other climbs.
We knew there was a chance of seeing mountain goats, so we were asking people on the way up, (actually, Janet was asking people, I don’t talk to random strangers in the woods.) and the information was that there was one juvenile just over the peak.
When we got to top he was still there, nestled into a recess on the back side of the mountain, so we got to bag our first mountain goat sighting. But then we hung around enough and he decided that we weren’t dangerous enough to prevent coming to the summit, so he did just that. We stayed out of his way and let him stroll about licking the rocks for minerals just like the signs said they would.