rhys logan photography
Winding through the dense woods as a heavy fog shifted and settled in on us I was glad we had gotten some thorough directions for finding the trailhead. I had heard of Blanca Lake many times from countless friends and consistently witnessed the plethora of social media posts of its uniquely colored glacial water, amazing views and appeal as a high quality, must-do hike among Pacific Northwesterners. Despite a little inclement weather on a Labor Day trip with an adventure crew that even He Man and The Masters of The Universe couldn't hold a candle to, we were off through the foggy forest with the only things we really needed; some friends, some tents, ample beverages and an indefatigable attitude toward being wet.
While we may not have been able to see much on the trek in, we had beaten a fair share of the crowds with an early start and convened at the lake's edge to assess our next obstacle; the actual lake. With a solid flow into the gorge below and nowhere to cross we decided it best to just de-boot and fjord the frigid glacial waters to continue our expedition in search of a campsite.
Find one we did and bringing our own blue skies via big blue tarp, we were able to withstand a freak hailstorm, a dusting of snow and plenty of rain before enjoying some camp coffee and chocolate chip pancakes to boost morale, along with our blood sugar.
With the mist rising and falling along jagged peaks and lichen covered mountains, a maze through boulders strewn across a glaciated path began to take us on a small journey to waterfalls, rock scree and unbelievable views only made better and more ethereal with a heavy bank of fog pressing in and around us.
We didn't quite make it to the glacier, but its as good a reason as any, to go back.
Homies, flasks, meat sticks and mud. What more could you ask for?
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You know you're overdue for a post when you have a hard time remembering the navigation of your own website...
That being said it has also been awhile since I've posted new work anywhere.. And unfortunately the old adage, 'better late than never,' has been a mantra echoed in my thoughts that has seemed to make an attempt at excusing all kinds of bad behavior photographically, or rather "postigraphically". After all, images are meant to be viewed. It is this point that I have struggled with most. Lost in the vast mire of images coming out of all facets of interweb entanglement, I seemed to have forgotten that my work and subsequent dissemination of that work has led me to some of the greatest adventures of my life, as well as some of the greatest people.
On the topic of great people; the Stones have been some of my greatest friends in Bellingham, and luckily for all of us, one my favorite thing to do is take photos of my friends. I've lived with Chan and Christine nearly two years and it has been a transition in my life from many things, and I could not be more thankful to have been blessed with such good (and tolerant) friends who put up with my gear, junk, hours and general idiocy.
This particular mission took us to an adventuresome land in search of a ripe pseudotsuga menziesii to practice our early European heritage, interpreted from a possibly druid-esque hootenanny. But who knows.
Find one we did and get a couple photos we did as well. Thanks Chan and Christine for being such amazing people, for fishing trips and bearing with my photo taking and literally, putting a roof over my head.
And thanks for looking,
It seems nature has its own way of balancing things out, exactly the way it seems fit. With the winter only just now feeling truly in full swing, this fall I will remember as one of the nicest and most beautiful I've ever had in the Northwest. It will be even more solidified as one of my favorite, having been given the opportunity to goof around with good friends Devin and Meghan for their engagement shoot. Both lovers of adventure and the outdoors, getting to explore Chuckanut Drive and the amazing colors, as well as dodge traffic zooming by, was the perfect afternoon. A dreamy fog fell and rose around us with just the right timing as well; with an ocean of mist swallowing the sunset, right as we raced up the ridge, jumped out of the car and got a few shots in the fading light.
Thanks Devin and Meghan for many days on the mountain to come,
and thanks for looking,