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<blockquote data-quote="Kias" data-source="post: 265619" data-attributes="member: 9496">Went out to get what will probably be the final chance to preserve this forever.&nbsp; The winds are changing, and are suppose to hit the mid 50's next week.&nbsp; Floods, they are a coming!Walked out on our bridge to analyze the situation.&nbsp; Snow drifts on the west side were approaching 110 degrees, straight down + twenty degrees.&nbsp; Descending on that side was definitely out!&nbsp; Looked over on the east side of the bridge, and the drifts were maybe 50 degrees.&nbsp; So off to the barn I went to find some gear.&nbsp; An old sturdy piece of wood from an old barn to construct a makeshift bridge to steady myself.&nbsp; Probably 3 inches by 7 inches by 7 feet.&nbsp; Perfect!&nbsp; Risking certain death by drowning in freezing water, I descended the ravine with camera and tripod in tow.Only to find stupid weeds in the way, that I couldn't reach...[ATTACH=full]72919[/ATTACH]Sitting under the bridge in 3 feet of snow for several minutes, I contemplated the defeat that besieged me.&nbsp; Ascending the ravine, again with camera and tripod in tow, but this time also with a 25 pound chunk of wood to deal with also.&nbsp; Finally, after several grueling seconds, I made it to the top.&nbsp; I walked around and sat down on top the bridge with the view of the icy cavern that vexes me so.&nbsp; Shortening the tripod, I sit, waiting, camera at the ready, the sunlight will move for the perfect shot.&nbsp; Ten minutes go by.&nbsp; Fifteen minutes go by.&nbsp; Twenty minutes go by.&nbsp; I turn around and find the huge conifer directly in front of the sun.&nbsp; Alas, I have been beaten, conquered, and overpowered by a member of the mere Pinaceae.&nbsp; I take the shot.&nbsp; I grudgingly head home, exhausted, wet, frozen, and vanquished.[ATTACH=full]72920[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kias, post: 265619, member: 9496"] Went out to get what will probably be the final chance to preserve this forever. The winds are changing, and are suppose to hit the mid 50's next week. Floods, they are a coming! Walked out on our bridge to analyze the situation. Snow drifts on the west side were approaching 110 degrees, straight down + twenty degrees. Descending on that side was definitely out! Looked over on the east side of the bridge, and the drifts were maybe 50 degrees. So off to the barn I went to find some gear. An old sturdy piece of wood from an old barn to construct a makeshift bridge to steady myself. Probably 3 inches by 7 inches by 7 feet. Perfect! Risking certain death by drowning in freezing water, I descended the ravine with camera and tripod in tow. Only to find stupid weeds in the way, that I couldn't reach... [ATTACH type="full" width="60%"]72919._xfImport[/ATTACH] Sitting under the bridge in 3 feet of snow for several minutes, I contemplated the defeat that besieged me. Ascending the ravine, again with camera and tripod in tow, but this time also with a 25 pound chunk of wood to deal with also. Finally, after several grueling seconds, I made it to the top. I walked around and sat down on top the bridge with the view of the icy cavern that vexes me so. Shortening the tripod, I sit, waiting, camera at the ready, the sunlight will move for the perfect shot. Ten minutes go by. Fifteen minutes go by. Twenty minutes go by. I turn around and find the huge conifer directly in front of the sun. Alas, I have been beaten, conquered, and overpowered by a member of the mere Pinaceae. I take the shot. I grudgingly head home, exhausted, wet, frozen, and vanquished. [ATTACH type="full" width="60%"]72920._xfImport[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]

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