Memorial Day Canoeing In Fort Collins

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  1. RAH says:

    Have you thought about trying to create panoramas using your new camera?
    Also, occasionally Roy Spencer posts videos on his blog of some pretty cool time lapse photography he does.

    • tonyheller says:

      I’m normally focused on detail, so panoramas are not my favorite. I do time lapse sometimes

      • RAH says:

        Panoramas provide context that link locations and details together. For example. From your pics we get a views of what lives there but we have no context as to what the area your trying to save looks like in total. And in the event that you loose your campaign you may wish to have panoramas of the area to highlight what has been lost or to create before and after images. They provide a sense of the magnitude that single still shots or even videos cannot. Of course videos can serve a similar function but the still image of a panorama tends to actually bring out the details better than a sweeping video.

        Panoramas taken by the early photographers at Gettysburg help historians and park management to try and maintain tree lines, vegetation, and fields, close to where were at the time of the battle. I wouldn’t think of visiting that ground and town without the images from the early photographers provided by William Frassanito in his books: ‘A Journey in Time’, ‘Gettysburg Then and Now’, and ‘Early Photography at Gettysburg’, which have a lot of panoramas that allow the user to picture the way it was then. Also, though the technology of the time was primitive compared to now there is a level of detail and clarity found in those black & white images taken with their relatively huge lenses, that is amazing.

  2. Edmonton Al says:

    Life jacket???

  3. gator69 says:

    Many of my favorite memories are from the back of a canoe. There are not many things I would rather do than paddle my way through another excellent memory in the making.

    • dave1billion says:

      Gator, you just reminded me of one of my favorite memories (also in a canoe) that I had completely forgotten about.

      I laughed so hard I’m crying.

      I won’t bore anyone with the story, because it’s a “you had to be there and know the person” kind of story, but thanks so much for the reminding me of it.

      • gator69 says:

        Glad to be of service Dave! Now I’m wondering exactly what happened, and even more, wishing I had been there.

        • dave1billion says:

          I went on a canoe trip to the Pearl River basin on the Louisiana/Mississippi border about 20 years back.

          The first time our group went canoeing, I volunteered to take the group “Princess” with me because I had spent a lot of time on the water and could pretty much handle the paddling from the back of the canoe. To my surprise, she learned quickly, never stopped paddling, and I was often able to take it easy just steering and drinking a beer.

          She was my canoeing partner after that. Nobody believed me when I said, honestly, that she was the best canoeing partner I’d ever had.

          On a later trip, there were only three area of us, the two of us and a friend who was familiar with the area that could guide us.

          The Pearl River Basin is a wildlife refuge that is affected by the tides. So the water ways change depending on the tides. We were able to go deep up the smaller sloughs and even though it got tight at times, the only time the Princess got upset (nearly hysterical) was when a small brown frog about an inch and a half across jumped into the boat. I picked it up and threw it out, but she was shaken. But she calmed down soon. We saw lots of snakes up close, some alligators from a distance and even some large spiders when we had to paddle through some large spiderwebs. Only the frog really upset her.

          We had timed our trip back so that we’d get back right after dark. On the way back up the Pearl River, we were paddling close to the starboard bank.

          We could see lots of alligator eyes shining, and she kept asking to get closer so we could actually see their heads and snouts sticking out. They’d go under, but would surface again so we followed them to the bank.

          Unfortunately, we didn’t know that the bullfrogs were spawning (that’s probably why the alligators were there).

          We paddled to the shore, and the next thing we knew, the bullfrogs started jumping out of water, many of them hitting our boat. It sounded like someone was throwing tennis balls at our canoe. For a bit they were hitting with the frequency of popcorn cooked old style on top of the stove. Thump, thump, thumpity thump.

          She screamed and dropped her paddle into the water.

          I told her “Lourdes, you dropped your paddle.”

          She said, “F**k it!” in a flat tone that I can best describe as follows.

          Imagine you dropped $5 dollar bill into the nastiest, fullest public toilet that you’ve ever seen. Your buddy asks if you are going to reach in and get it out, and you say, “F**k it”. Not in an emotional way, but in a flat tone that said there was no way you were going to reach in there.

          I had never heard her swear before, and I was stunned.
          I picked up her paddle and got us out of there (the frogs had all jumped away by then). I paddled (and giggled) the last 15 minutes or so back to the boat launch while she slammed down the last few lukewarm wine coolers (she was a wine cooler kind of girl).

          When we got back I handed her thepaddle. She looked surprised.

          I told her that I thought she was kidding about the paddle and I had just scooped it up out of the water.

          She gave me a serious look and said “Dave, when I said ‘F–k it’ I meant it. I can f–king afford to pay for a f–king rented paddle. I just wanted to get out of there and there was no f–king way we were going to turn around to just get a stupid f–king paddle.”

          Again, I’d never heard her swear before and never heard her swear afterward.

          She wasn’t scared by snakes or spiders (at least not much) or alligators, but she absolutely could not abide frogs.

          The thing that makes me smile and laugh the most is when I recall the tone of her saying “Fuck it”.

          So that’s the story. Like I said, you had to have been there and known her, but 20 years later it still makes me laugh.

          • dave1billion says:

            Sorry all, missed censoring that last F Word.

          • gator69 says:

            I won’t canoe unless I’m in back. I had my fill of unscheduled swims by age 13, and figured out that if I am in back, I don’t get wet unless I want to. That said, I have had lots of eye candy on some of the best days you can imagine, one may have even saved my life.

            Damn! Now I want to go canoeing, in the middle of a Princess-expletive work week. But if I leave now, I can be at my favorite put in by 9 PM, float 8 hours and be at work by 9 AM…

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