Trips can often descend into arguments and petty finger pointing. So it was refreshing that this years Cockails on the Castle started with the finger pointing. After driving down a dirt road that seemed to go on forever we finally emerged at a disturbingly familiar T junction. It was not the first time we had seen this intersection. We had driven in a complete circle. The finger pointing started.
While we had set out relatively early, our day was quickly evaporating in faff. We were in no particular hurry as surely-we thought-we would reach the top of the Castle by Sunset. We had all day, how could we not? I was particularly keen to get everyone to the top with plenty of time try a photo I had in the back of my mind. It did require that I bring excessive and heavy camera equipment.
The hike to the top of the Castle is not particularly hard, but the temperature, humidity and lack of wind took a toll. Sweat flowed, water supplies dwindled and progress slowed. We held hope for a waterfall halfway up but found it to be more of a frustrating joke. Water fell in drips that were cooling but not nearly enough to fill a water bottle.
Fortune was with us half an hour later when we found a stream with water cool enough to leave condensation on the outside of our water bottles. A glorious find!
All this was still costing us time, however. Not being up the top when the sunset happened was starting to be a possibility. Emerging at the scrambling section, we started along the ridge-line and finally spotted our final destination. The sun was entering the golden hour. Down the direction we came, the slower group who had split apart hours ago could be seen. And heard as it turns out. Mel’s voice carried with crystal clarity across the still humid air “CAN YOU SEND SOMEONE DOWN TO HELP WITH BAGS?”
No one in my group said anything.
Mel, concluding that we must not be able to hear them repeated.”CAN… YOU… SEND… SOMEONE… DOWN…TO… HELP… WITH… BAGS?”
It turned out that some were having a hard time with the humidity. In the end Ivan and I hustled down to help while the others shuttled our backpacks to the top. It was now getting to be a serious race against time to get this damn sunset shot. While there was talk about the slower group camping down on the track, everyone in the end made it up. And it would have been a shame to miss out anyone in the group shot.
Something to remember for those going on future Castle trips, however: Once you get to the top of the castle, you’re not finished. There was still some of the most serious bush bashing to go. There are few things harder to bear for a photographer than watching the light disappear. But it was happening.
There is goes.
The yellow light gave way to pink that lit the cliff-lines around the castle. But as this was happening, everyone seemed to stall. Exhaustion from the days hike, the need for a stiff drink, getting dressed in party cloths or just confusion combined to created the ultimate faff party. A faff party right on the finish line! By the time everyone was in front of the camera the sky had faded to a dirty blue. Failure!…
So why does the final photo have an orange sky? Do you really want to know? Sometimes its better not to know, so if you don’t then don’t scroll down!
Look away now, there is no going back!
Waiting for final Faffers
Faff over, but so is sunset
Photoshop to the rescue!
Castle top shenanigans.
The great think about camping out is that you are able to get two bites of the apple. Camping next to the cliff I was able to set up for a dawn time-lapse. The final results were less than professional but I guess I am a little out of practice.
Thanks to Ivan for taking my favorite photo of the trip of my camping site.
Kayaking big water had not gone well for me three years ago. Loosing my kayak and paddle and barley managing to climb along the wall of the canyon to safety was still fresh in my mind. There was very little to consider around weather I should join a two week rafting trip. What was giving me serious pause was whether to raft or put my big boy trousers on and again, kayak big water. The trip already had two kayakers and three rafters. If I rafted i would be a passenger. A hard thing for a former raft guide to do. We tend to want to steer. So I decided to kayak but promised myself that I could walk around the big stuff.
Hells canyon is the deepest gorge in North America. Deeper than the grand canyon. Deeper at 2,436m than the Mt Kosioskio, Australia’s highest point. In fact it felt very much as if the river wound its way between two imposing mountain ranges. We rigged our rafts in the shadow its hydro dam and swapped stories with the commercial rafters preparing for their launch. It always pays to ask a local. Learning about the poison ivy, a common and nasty little plant was particularly useful. Still managed to walk through plenty, but it could have been worse.
We could see the first rapids from the put in. The longer you stare at a water feature the more you start to question yourself. So it was with some small relief that we set off. The three kayaks heading out ahead of the bulky rafts. Paddling out to the middle of the wide river so far beneath the canyon peaks we all felt quite small indeed. The trick we soon found was to stay in the middle of the main current and away from the edges where strong boils and eddy lines could cause smaller craft serious trouble. The rapids and whirlpools on the side looked intimidatingly large but The first few kilometers passed quickly and we became more comfortable in the larger water.
It was not long before we spotted the first of the larger rapids. Pulling the boats to the river side we walked up the banks to scout. Sure that I would be walking around. Looking down however I was struck by how easy it looked. To be sure there were plenty of places where you would just not want to be. But a clear line of untroubled current stretched through large standing waves. It was a matter of putting yourself in the right place and hanging on. Jeff and I were soon pulling away from the shore, me following Jeff into the large water rapid. I felt very small. The safety of the shore might as well have been light years away . The canyon walls towered over us. Everything looks bigger from your boat and the large rapids we scouted were monstrous now they were up close. Not that we got that much time to look, the current sped us through at a blurring pace. We held on enjoying the rush. The rafters described watching us like watching corks from a bottle. Afterwards I was told that that was the largest of the rapids. For the first time I was actually confident that I would be able to paddle the whole river without walking a single rapid.
I would not call the river busy but it was certainly more populated than our group was used to. Not just other rafters and families but with motor boats travelling up and down the rapids both private and tourist. The atmosphere was almost like a beach party. There were plenty of beach camp sites each day to choose from. Our rest day camp was particularly picturesque.
To my delight the rest of the rapids were much the same as the first. Imposing but with large channels through them. As long as you put yourself in the right place it was like being on a watery roller coaster. By the end of the trip I had kayaked all rapids and satisfyingly rolled once.
Three years ago my life on the other side of the world ended. A neat line was drawn under seven years of friendships, relationships and work. I got on a plane, left one life and started a new one on the other side of the world.
Three months ago I did the trip I promised myself since leaving. Heading back to see my friends by the fire pit. My spot was still there saved for me. I sat back down to hear how the people I once shared everything with had made out.
As my memory of everyone had been frozen since leaving the changes were sometimes a shock. Three years can bring a lot of change.
Couples broke up, friends drifted apart, businesses were on troubled waters. And one friend was no longer with us. His chair still left respectfully empty, an absence still keenly felt. Drinks were held high and his toast given “He wasn’t bad for a dickhead.”
Of course there were the ups as well. Marrages, new business ventures, childeren, homes completed and friends now in better health. There is a lot of life that can be lived in three years. Lots to miss out on. I was all the more touched that there was still a place by the campfire left for me.
It will be a long time until I am back and who knows what i’ll find then.
While the Axsys initially seemed to be similar to other fitness products, some features stood out. Most noticeably the three sensors. Heart rate monitor, accelerometer and of course GPS location tracking. Adrian the Owner Operator of Axsys systems wanted a video to prove the product and to appeal to sub elite athletes.
Emphases differences between the Axsys over other GPS sports systems.
Showcase the fact that there are three sensors in the Axsys.
Appeal to the target market sub elite athletes.
Actually show how the device works.
Establish Adrian as a knowledgeable subject expert.
Use of overlays to emphase the device always collecting high quality data from the athlete
Adrian explains his background and how the system works in his own words and not using a script. This helps create a more authentic feel when we see Adrian.
A fortunate benefit of being asked to video workshops is getting to attend workshops. Free of charge. The Summit Club an intensive course designed for established businesses wanting to experience exponential growth. Listening as much as I could while monitoring two cameras with audio was a great chance to learn some top notch business skills.