One would be tempted to think Mom was playing with fancy filters, but no--these are exactly the colors we were seeing.
This is only 25 seconds later but from my G1, which doesn't have a vivid color setting.
Mom was going to town Wednesday night.
Mom and Dad's tent, Candy's and my tent, and Frank and Steve's tent.
Dad and Candy did a little fishing after dinner. He claims he caught a puny skipjack and something else. He didn't elaborate on the latter.
Candy the fisherdog.
Looking upriver.
Mom's still at it.
Meanwhile, Frank's decided it's time for a crossword.
I'm doing my darnedest to find a shutter speed that will catch Dad's cast while still showing the lightshow on the cliffs.
Fisherman's best friend.
I've always loved sagebrush and the smell of sage, just like the stuff in your spice rack. The family Thanksgiving stuffing recipe uses loads of sage, and the smell always takes me home to Montana.
Mom brushing her teeth.
You can't believe these colors, right?
Believe them!
Half an hour later, our lightshow is almost over.
And now it's the moon's turn.
Go, Mom!
When we got started again Thursday morning, Hole in the Wall was nicely backlit by the Big Sky.
Yes, my arms really are almost as red as my canoe, it's not a color-balance problem with the camera.
Here's my take on the backlit Hole in the Wall. Mom and I offer you different compositions, at least.
By the third day, Candy was an old pro in the canoe, and we finally had got enough weight moved to my canoe that theirs didn't look ready to swamp.
So much for Mom and me composing this shot differently.
Is this exactly what Mom shot too, or what?
Gosh, I didn't FEEL lonely paddling ahead of them!
What kind of forces leave shapes like this behind? Notice how the cliffs are getting lower to the shore. More on that in a bit.
It's hard to believe some of these fragile formations are still standing.
Mutt and Jeff.
Notice the fragile top bit of the rock in the foreground.
Another view of the Big Sky from Mom.
Again notice how the sandstone layers are coming down to water level.
The BLM map tells me that as the older sandstone layer is descending toward the banks and we're starting to see pine trees in the distance, what's happening is the river is cutting through younger strata.
More pipe organs!
Dark Butte, mile 70.
