Backpacking Half Dome's Diving Board: A Photo Essay with The Field

Last month a few friends and I embarked on a journey to an iconic Ansel Adams photo location.  The trek, featuring approximately seven miles each way with 3,500 feet of elevation gain, left us speechless and in awe.  I hope the photos and the words that accompany them serve to convey at least some small part of the entire feeling of the trip.  Head on over to The Field to give the photos a view and read my full account.

Meanwhile, here are a few other shots from the trip:

Photo Essay with The Field

About a week ago, The Field published my photo essay documenting my backpacking trip to Yosemite's Eagle Peak.  Braving both harsh sun and melting snow, my neighbor and I trekked to a beautiful vantage point overlooking the iconic Yosemite Valley.  Here's the link:  

Go explore the photos!

Richard Franklin gazes upon Half Dome from Columbia Rock Viewpoint

Richard Franklin gazes upon Half Dome from Columbia Rock Viewpoint

A Brief Reflection on a Trip to Zion

I am not a spontaneous person.  Leaving on a whim is not my go-to option.  I much prefer to plan ahead and take my time - but when the unexpected opportunity to get up and leave presented itself, I couldn’t resist. 

A visit to Zion National Park in Southern Utah had been on my mind for at least a year before I left my little cabin home in Yosemite for this quick, two-night trip.  Ever since moving from Oregon to live and work in Yosemite, I had been itching to revisit.  Memories of Zion being my family’s favorite of the National Parks we visited on a trip from years ago constantly plagued my consciousness.  I needed a cure, and Zion was the remedy.

Although I was initially unnerved by the fast pace required of our trip, I had friends from near and far to help me along.  I spent much time on my phone during the 11 hour drive (while in the passenger seat of course) to Zion researching possible campsites and getting hiking recommendations from friends who had spent time in Zion.  These suggestions turned out to be the greatest trip advice I could have hoped for, and made the trip feel significantly more relaxed than it was.

Looking back, I realize how great a role my community played in making this crazy and spontaneous trip as memorable as it was.  I reached out to my community when I felt uncertain and uncomfortable, and it was eager to help. 

I love that the pursuit of the outdoors brings out the best of a community.  It is healing to my soul.