St Regis Canoe Area

The St Regis Canoe Area is located near Saranac Lake in the Adirondacks, and is made up of a series of lakes.  It's the only canoe area in NY and the largest in the Northeast.  Only 2 of it's 58 lakes and ponds can be reached without a canoe carry.  This place is wild!  

 Nicole on an early morning paddle at Sunrise on Long Pond

Nicole on an early morning paddle at Sunrise on Long Pond

 Amazing how all that gear fits.

Amazing how all that gear fits.

Had a fantastic time shooting for Eagles Nest Outfitters and Lawson Hammock out in the St Regis Canoe Area.  Both are fantastic hammock camping companies, we're really passionate about their gear.  Got a Wenonah canoe, from St Regis Canoe Outfitters, and man are we addicted to kevlar now.  Super light!  We were rocking 60-70 lb packs with all of our extra camera gear, which more than made up for the light canoe.  We will have to go more minimal next time, knowing the bitter reality of the portages!

 Portage from Long Pond to Nellie Pond

Portage from Long Pond to Nellie Pond


Got our first real taste of portaging here (we've carried canoes before, just never distances over a mile!)  We were limited on time, but did some of the 9 Carries route in reverse.  We have plans to go back and complete the entire route this summer.


Camping can be done at primitive campsites which are very well maintained, and can only be reached by canoe, or anywhere else in the wilderness, as long as you stick to NYSDEC camping requirements (150 ft from water, etc).
 

 Lawson Hammock and Wenonah Canoe at our first night's camp

Lawson Hammock and Wenonah Canoe at our first night's camp

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The place is peaceful during the morning, and the campsites are far enough away from each other where you're comfortably alone.  We fell asleep to the howling of coyote's and what we swore were wolves (which debatably still exist or don't exist in the Adirondacks, much like the Eastern Mountain Lion).  It was oddly comforting to listen to as we swayed in our hammock alongside the water, as our fire smoldered down.  In the morning from our canoe we did see what looked like a large white wolf lapping up some water and found old coyote scat in a few different places (in one of our campsites).  

 Dan on the first day out.

Dan on the first day out.

  Nicole Paddling at Sunrise on Long Pond

Nicole Paddling at Sunrise on Long Pond

 Nicole Paddling

Nicole Paddling

 Sunrise Paddle

Sunrise Paddle

 Napping in the Lawson Hammock

Napping in the Lawson Hammock

 Lawson hammock set up under the moon and stars.

Lawson hammock set up under the moon and stars.

 Nicole at our first campsite with the Lawson Hammock and Wenonah Canoe in the background

Nicole at our first campsite with the Lawson Hammock and Wenonah Canoe in the background

 Sunrise at our second campsite in the Eagles Nest Outfitters Hammock.

Sunrise at our second campsite in the Eagles Nest Outfitters Hammock.

 Taking in the sunrise under the rainfly and under-quilt.

Taking in the sunrise under the rainfly and under-quilt.

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 Slacklining at our campsite on the ENO Slackline

Slacklining at our campsite on the ENO Slackline

 Taking in the sights

Taking in the sights

Proxy Falls - A place out of a legend

This is a special place. Waterfalls so tall you can't even see where they begin. 

Long Exposure Selfie sitting on a log under the falls.

No matter how far you back up or how far you climb up, they seem to come from infinity. There is a sense of solitude, no matter how many people are present. They are dwarfed by the falls. It's a much different sense than Niagara, or really anywhere else I've seen waterfalls (New England, Hawaii, New Zealand, etc). It's powerful, but you can become a part of it, and stand in them, or around them.

Viewing Proxy Falls from afar.

Taking the route less travelled.

The place is covered in blankets of moss, and you are almost always sprayed with a cool mist. It's more like a place out of a mythology or a fiction. It's almost doesn't feel like it's a place for humans, but you feel lucky for the privilege to be experiencing it. I don't know the stories, but I imagine this must have been be a sacred place to someone; there is a power here. There are fallen trees everywhere. Not saplings. These are giant trees you couldn't spread your arms around, house size trees you could walk across. 

Nicole contemplating a crossing.  (I think we made the right call and decided against it)


This place is inspiring.

 Close up of the falls.

Close up of the falls.

Columbia River Gorge

After picking up all of our new gear at the Portland REI we headed out to the Columbia River Gorge and got there about 2 hours before sunset.  We set up a quick camp and then trekked down to the Eagle Creek Trailhead and hiked out while the sun set.

Eagle Creek Trail

We shot for about an hour in the low light as the sun set.  We shot a bunch of Nicole, and long exposures of the two upper and lower waterfalls.  We recently bought a 10 stop B+W neutral density filter and absolutely love it.

Long Exposure of Upper Punchbowl Falls

We shot until the sun set and trucked it back to the campsite.  The hike took over an hour to get back, and my headlamp died about 5 minutes in (I had plenty of extra batteries in my pack..which was of course at the campsite).  It was a little precarious heading back out along those high cliffs in the dark with only one headlamp between us, I kept my camping knife ready thinking every little sound was a giant mountain lion.  Along one of the cliffs I ran my hand along the metal safety line to keep hold in the dark, and immediately felt a shooting pain in my hand.  The wire had frayed at one point and little jagged pieces of steel stabbed into my hand.  Bleeding, check.   No Headlamp, check.  Mountain lions, check?  I added tetanus to my list of paranoia as we moved slowly single file down the trail.  We finally made it out safely back to our campsite.  Also, it's been weeks and I am assuming I don't have tetanus..

Nicole reading Black Hole Focus, by Isaiah Hankel at our campsite at the Eagle Creek Campground

The campground was a bit too people friendly for our liking, and the hum of the interstate drowned out any forest noises. It was nice, we just tend to like camping in the middle of nowhere.  We set out for a trip to Oneonta Gorge, photographing several other waterfalls along the way.

Nicole entering the first part of the water at the Oneonta Falls hike.

The gorge was beautiful.   The first part of the hike takes you through some lush vegetation, until you tech a giant stack of fallen trees.  You have to walk over them, and parts of it are a little precarious with wet shoes, but really fun.  Once you pass the tree dam area you continue through the gorge.  You have to get wet at this point, at least chest deep.  We held our cameras and packs over our head.  The water was freezing, but the sheer awesomeness of everything pushed you on.  A rock fall had nearly taken me out while taking a photo.  I framed a shot, decided something wasn't right about it, took one step forward to get closer, and as I did a huge rock crashed down from the hundred foot cliffs to the ground.  The group of people around us all turned quickly to see what the noise was, we all nervously laughed when we realized the rock came within a foot of my head.  A nice reminder that life's too short to not get out and enjoy awesome waterfalls in hypothermic water.

Nicole Fording the River.  REI featured this photo as part of their #rei1440project It was a nice little surprise to wake up to the next day.

The falls are massive, and below is an area where you can wade/swim in.  I went in for a few minutes swimming around, and brought my tripod to take some long exposures of the falls.  It was awesome, but the type of energy sucking cold that eventually leaves your limbs useless.  The kind of delay from your brain to your finger where there's a noticeable lag.  For some reason that always happens in the best places to take pictures.  I remember camping on the top of Mt. Washington once and I couldn't click the shutter anymore in the 5 degree weather.  Another time we stayed in a huge adjacent to Mt. Cook in New Zealand.  I took night shots until I couldn't change any of the setting on my camera anymore because my fingers decided they didn't want to listen to my commands anymore.  Here's a shot of it during sunrise.

This is a composite of different aspects of the hike.  This is what it felt like.  Often we take an artistic license in our photographs to evoke the mood/atmosphere of the place.  You can't quite see the waterfall from this view, but it sums up all of the cool experiences of the journey.

The falls and the journey are fantastic.  It's a fairly quick, fairly easy hike, with a huuuge payoff.  Great for any weekend warrior.  The water is cold, and you do have to climb over some semi-trecherous terrain, but a few hundred people made the journey during the few hours we were there, along with several dogs and children.   So get out there!