Sunday, October 30, 2011


The day after the wedding we went shooting, which seemed like a pretty fitting thing to do when the groom's family is from Alaska and the bride's from Wyoming. Luckily I remembered my camera, and while everyone else was shooting rifles, I was shooting this . . . 

Thursday, October 20, 2011


I always look forward to the fall. I like the cool temps, the shorter days, and the changing leaves. Fall in Wyoming, like all seasons other than winter, is short lived. The leaves change quickly before the snow. They change brilliant shades of yellow and orange for only a week or two. After flying back from the Grand Canyon I drove up to the Snowy Range for my sister, Anna's wedding. I can't remember the last time I saw fall colors in the Snowies so brilliant.

Anna is my youngest sister. We are very similar. She's adventurous and loves being outside. She laughs easily, and has a captivating smile. After college she worked in southeast Alaska during the summers on a scow buying salmon from commercial fisherman. All to save up enough money to travel through Central and South America during the winters. She loves to hunt and fish, so its fitting that she married her husband, Seth, a commercial Alaskan Salmon fisherman on opening day of hunting season in Wyoming. 


Uncle Tom, Nana, and Mom

The Groom

The Bride

Seth and Anna Stewart

More than any other season fall seems to invite reflection. Maybe its the changing leaves, or the softer light. The morning after the wedding we drove up to an alpine lake and spread my grandparents ashes. The celebration of life and love the day before, coupled with a ceremony of remembrance couldn't have occurred at a more appropriate time. The resplendent leaves, in that ephemeral moment, illustrated the transience and beauty of life. We are all inexorably tied to their fate.

Three Generations

Sunday, October 9, 2011


I spent most of September far from a computer, hence the lack of blog posts. I'm finally home and going through all the photos. Here is a brief synopses of the month.

Over Labor day weekend I headed into the Wind Rivers with Mark Jenkins to search for new climbs that we could complete before a new edition of the guidebook goes to press this winter. It was a smashing success. We established two new spectacular alpine rock routes on these beautiful alpine walls in Titcomb basin.

West Face of Fremont Peak.


I'm still going through the photos from this trip and it was quite an adventure. There will be a detailed account of it soon.

Sunset during the drive to the Winds

After climbing in the Wind Rivers I was back to work and then on a plane to Arizona for my annual trip down the Grand Canyon. The Grand Canyon is one of my favorite places and I feel priviliged to still work as a river guide in such a place. I was pretty busy during the trip; guiding the kayakers through all the rapids (it was a kayaking trip), cooking, washing dishes, filtering water, tying up or untying the motor support boats, setting up or breaking down camp, pulling food, or telling stories and reading poems to our passengers. But I did manage to get a few shots. Here they are.

Marble Canyon


Kitchen at Nautiloid Canyon. Cooking is what you do as a Grand Canyon River Guide (Chef).

North Canyon

Our Support Boat

More Cooking

Back of the Boat. Crew Meeting.


Evening on the River