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Cora Rhiannon Lamberton – Feb. 10, 2009

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On Tuesday, our good friends Tim and Elexis welcomed their first-born daughter to the world — Cora Rhiannon Lamberton. Wednesday night we drove down to Sky Ridge Medical Center with our friend Jenny to meet her. As with most newborns, she mainly sleeps, cries, passes gas, squirms a bit and studies things intently with her eyes, but already you can tell she’s a sweet little girl. I mean just look at her:

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Both Tim and Lexi seemed remarkably relaxed and laid-back for first-time parents. That’s Tim (above) wrapping her up in her blanket. If his residential law gig doesn’t pan out someday, he could always work at Chipotle. Nice wrap, man.

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While we were there, Tim’s brother and sister-in-law — Rory and Natalie — stopped by. Below is Rory holding Cora for the first time, and Jenny watching her sleep.

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Tim recently started his own family blog, which will document Cora as she grows up. For this circle of friends — which consists of four couples: Hailey and me, Tim and Elexis, Matt and Jenny, and Stu and Shannon — this was the first baby.

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I love this one (below). It’s always fascinating to watch a newborn figure things out with their eyes. Here, she’s studying Hailey (with a little suspicion, no less).

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The funny thing about me holding Cora is that she’s so small, the enormity of my head really comes through, don’tcha think?

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Tim, Lexi and Cora checked out of the hospital midday Thursday, after checking in midday Monday. It was a long delivery, but they’re home and happy (in fact, Tim just called asking for a quick tutorial in WordPress).

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Mama Lex and Papa Tito. Congrats guys.

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The blog has been pretty static, but I’m going to be ramping up with a lot more imagery in the coming days and weeks. We just purchased an AlienBees ABR800 Ring Flash. Why? Hopefully the bad ass images it takes will explain why. Plus, birthday images (Jer and Isaiah turned 3 on Sunday) and hopefully an announcement of 2009′s big trip. We’re hopefully booking plane tickets this weekend. Stay tuned.

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Graspin’ Aspen, Part 2

A year ago, Hailey and I drove up Buffalo Pass Road but only got as far as the Dry Lake Campground. We were in her little red Alero, which has roughly 2 inches of clearance, and the road was getting a bit too rocky. It’s not a 4×4 road by any means…it was just getting annoying hearing things scrape the bottom of the car.

This go around, our friends were driving, and I was driving them nuts: “oo-oo-oo…stop here…” These are patient people folks. They let me photograph at nearly every bend in the road.

We reached the top of the pass right around 5pm, just as the light was getting super rich. Buffalo Pass sits on the Continental Divide, and right there, straddling the watersheds, is Buffalo Lake (above). There didn’t appear to be an outlet on either side, but I have heard of a few lakes in this type of position that supply water to both the Gulf of Mexico and the Pacific Ocean. One of those flukes in geography.


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Here is a topo map of the route from Steamboat Springs to Buffalo Pass. Gotta love The Google. Turns out there is an outlet and it flows to the Gulf of Mexico via the North Platte, Missouri, and Mississippi Rivers. Thanks Google. Mine own eyes couldn’t have seen that.

Anyhow, there isn’t much of a story at Buffalo Lake. We stood on the shore, we saw a duck. Like I said earlier, these friends of mine are patient people, even when you step in the way of their binoculars as they look at duck.

Taking shots like these brings me back to those early years when I was first getting into photography with my Nikon FM. I was 18 years old, ready for college, and I had a whole summer devoted to two things (1) making $8/hour at a day care center Monday through Friday and (2) hikes in the mountains with Matt from Saturday to Sunday. Those were good days, and capturing the story of each hike became an obsession. Nowadays, landscapes are bit harder for me. As beautiful as the scenery is, it’s tough to find that unique way of seeing it.

Below is a panorama of four shots I stitched together in Photoshop (click on the image for a larger view). This is looking north toward Wyoming, about 2/3 the way up the pass.

Here are the girls…Lexi, Hailey, Shannon and Jenny. All from different walks of life, all married to dudes from south Denver.

This is the quintessential Colorado sky. It’s impossible to be grumpy, consumed, nervous, anxious or irritable under a sky like that.

I think the only spot that tops this for fall color in Colorado — that I’ve seen firsthand — is Kebler Pass. I have been over Dallas Divide a few times, but never in the fall. Same with Maroon Bells. Perhaps next year we’ll go camp near Dallas Divide and Silverjack Reservoir. Autumn is increasingly becoming my favorite time of year in the Rockies. It is just so overwhelming with its beauty, its color and its fleeting nature. It’s hard not to be moved by it.

At the end of Buffalo Pass Road, we pulled over and let Tim loose. He was feeling cooped up, so he raced into this field, flushed a flock of blackbirds and then cast muscleman shadows on a hay bale. The next morning, I got an encore of showmanship, but with better results. Perhaps I’ll get that post up by this weekend.

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Graspin Aspen, Part 1

Fall in the Rockies…Don’t blink, you’ll miss it. One cold night and all the aspens go gold and red. One windy day and they’re empty skeletons. Fortunately for me, Hailey and six of our closest friends, this past weekend was a case of perfect timing. Above, we have Tim and Lexi Lamberton (left and center) tossing leaves into the air with Jenny Jordan (right) at the Dry Lake Campground near Steamboat Springs. Also along for the fun were Shannon and Stu Kilzer and Jenny’s husband, Matt. Mostly the same group as the Grand Lake trip from a few weeks ago.

As you can see, there was much jubilation.

The route to Steamboat Springs is always an enjoyable drive. Coming home: not so much, but I’ll get to that in a later blog post. Up I-70 to Georgetown we could start to see the first veins of gold, winding courses of quaking aspen, hugging the gulches. Into Summit County, the epicenter of the pine beetle epidemic here in Colorado. I’d say at this point, roughly 70% of the pines are dead…either gray gnarly skeletons of their former selves, or sickly red-needled towers waiting to be torched. Fifty weeks of the year, it’s one of the saddest sights in America…but this weekend, the aspens and their blazing gold and rusty leaves overwhelmed the beetle kill. I hardly even noticed the dead trees that are everywhere.

From Silverthorne, the route descends the Blue River to the Colorado River at Kremmling, weaves through sage-brush hills and Middle Park and then passes over Muddy and Rabbit Ears Passes before a spectacular descent into the Yampa River Valley and Steamboat Springs. Just shy of Muddy Pass, the aspens return, all of them in full fledged fall folliage (say-that-three-times-really-fast-I-dare-you). Cresting Rabbit Ears, the willows and their tiny red leaves take over. It is a landscape of rust and copper colors. A bull moose wandered through the willows … something we only caught a quick glimpse of at 50 mph. A U-turn and a frantic drive back to the spot and he was gone.

Above-left is Fish Creek Falls, a short, easy and popular hike (translation: a frustrating hike for Matt) just northeast of Steamboat Springs. We checked it out, wandered downtown, found a great bookstore/cafe (Off the Beaten Path Books) and then spent the late afternoon and early evening driving up to Buffalo Pass, where all the rest of these images were taken.

Aspens and pines (alive ones!) at the Dry Lake Campground.

Stu and Shannon walking back to the car at Dry Lake Campground. Click on the photo and you may be able to see Shannon sticking her tongue out at me.

Ahhh, to retire as a National Forest Service Campground host. Perhaps in another life, but there is definitely an appeal to being the guy who chops wood all day, chats with outdoorsy types, sleeps in a camper under the stars and cleans out the outhouse——never mind. What a lousy job.

Those are seedpods of wildflowers and red willows along the road side in the late evening light.

And then we decided to have a little fun with the fish-eye lens.

Yes, it is quite funny how covered in leaves and dirt I was.

Back on the road, the aspens only got thicker and deeper in color. Coming later this week…parts 2 and 3 of the Steamboat weekend.

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The James Peak Wilderness

The boot shot is an age-old tradition. “See these boots? They got me here.” Here, in this case, is Frozen Lake, the upper most of the Crater Lakes in Colorado’s James Peak Wilderness. Above the lake is the Continental Divide, the line that runs up the Rockies and separates the Pacific and Gulf of Mexico watersheds. This is where I sat on Sunday afternoon around 1pm with my best friend from childhood, Matt Jordan. Hiking and backpacking is our favorite thing to do together, yet somehow this was the first hike we’d done together with our wives coming along.

The seasons are definitely changing up there. The star gentians on the left are always end of the season wildflowers, like the alpine gentians I mentioned last week. The tundra is turning an orange rust, the wind has extra bite, and the creeks are pretty low. Somehow, through this all, the elephantheads (above right) are in fine shape.

So here are the details on the hike. From Denver, head to Boulder and west to Nederland. Above 10 minutes south is a tiny hamlet called Rollinsville. From there, you drive a dirt road west all the way to the Moffat Tunnel, park, and climb southwest into the James Peak Wilderness. After 1.5 miles, the trail forks, and to get to Crater Lakes you veer right and climb up into this hanging valley. There are two lower lakes and 1 1/2 upper lakes (a pond, really).

Matt sez: “long live Mountain Funk.”

Jenny and Hailey opted to play cards on the shore of one of the lower lakes, while Matt and I climbed up to Frozen Lake. The trail builders were clearly members of the Church of No Switchbacks: it went straight up and was pretty loose. Waterfalls are everywhere between these two lakes, and I wish I had better light to capture them (and more water…come back in mid-July, I guess). In fact, the light was pretty shoddy all day, but we didn’t get up there until 9am, so this was never meant to be a “photo trip” per se.

After the pond, the trail goes under a three-foot canopy of bristlecone pines. It is seriously like climbing into a pine cave. Go left and your head pops out the other side (where you can see the upper lake for the first time), and then you have to squeeze through this narrow passage while dried up branches scratch your calves. It is so cool.

Here is when Matt’s head popped out of the piney canopy.

Looks like he’s shopping in a Christmas tree lot or something.

To quote Matt: “a good time was had by all.”

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