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SISU Magazine - Northern Adventure
 
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The first time I opened the mailbox this year I had quite the treat. The inaugural issue of @sisumagazine is out in the flesh and I’m so happy I was able to contribute a few photos from some of my favourite days traveling in the Yukon.

Sisu is a Finnish word that embodies the spirit of perseverance, grit, and guts. It's the art of inner strength and represents a persons ability to face hardship at the end of their own preconceived capacity.

I know the magazine was an undertaking of massive proportions by the women of @coalitionsnow and more than a little Sisu must have been needed to get this thing to the world. It looks amazing and I really do love what it stands for. It is a magazine that celebrates women in the outdoors and I couldn’t be happier to be a part of it.


I hope you get to check it out.

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Villarrica Traverse, Pucon Chile

March 7th - Day 1 It's an early start, I fall asleep with my head pushing hard against the glass of the van window as Jo and Tom negotiate with our driver to get us to the trailhead. My bag is so full, and I think about lugging that grey beast of a backpack up mountain. I think about breakfast. I wonder what is in store for us, and I secretly hope the two travellers that have hitched a ride in addition to our foursome are faster hikers and break off ahead. They are too intense of personalities for me, and for Maddy as well, we gave each other a look last night and I know we are on the same page. I'm excited to hike with Jo and Tom though, Jo is from Germany, living in Austria, and Tom has been in South America for months, after a few years in the special forces in Israel. We met three nights ago in Pucon, Chile and now here we are here about to walk around a few Volcanos together.

We make it to the monkey puzzle forest just the four of us. Our travel buddies have jogged on ahead and I'm happy, but then I feel guilty for not wanting to be more inclusive. Jo leads our group up, while Maddy tells me about the Araucaria araucana trees we are walking through. They have been around since the time of the dinosaurs, and have lava resistant bark; which makes sense as we are surrounded by volcanos. I wish I could identify plants nearly as well but I can contribute in my own way, and I tell her we are on land that the guy who started the North Face Outdoor Gear company bought, protected, and turned into a park. It was a contested issue in most of Patagonia at the time. An American coming in to buy up huge parts of land in the name of conservation. In theory it is great, and from my western perspective I understand need to protect magnificent old growth forests, and celebrate the biodiversity where we are walking through that probably exists no one where else. But I get it was controversial. The land cut Chile in half north to south from the coast to the border, and fundamentally changed the parks system here. Chile has both private and public parks and I've been reading about the benefits and draw backs of both.

Jo stumbles upon a red haired tarantula first a few meters ahead, Maddy naturally picks it up, and I take a few photos. Tom's eyes pop out of his head but he knows both of us are too stubborn to tell us not too. Maddy casually says "not enough venom to kill you" and that settles it. We break to put more sunscreen on. The hole in the Ozone layer sits nicely over southern Chile and us Canadians freshly off the plane are still as white as winter. Here in the southern hemisphere winter feels like a world away.

We don't make it to our campsite at 22kms like we had planned. We stopped at around 18 by the first and only stream we've seen since we started. Jo and I arrive ten or so minutes ahead of Tom and Maddy and we break out screaming and dancing. For the last hour we have been contemplating what we do if we don't find any, so the two of us finding water was a little bit like finding treasure and we are hysterically happy. The backcountry makes everything feel a little more immense. We fill up our water bottles and drink almost a litre each right there. The water is so cold I can feel it slide into my stomach after I swallow. We can see the glacier in the distance its melting from, and Jo says "Junger Gots" and I look at her like she is crazy but really she is just speaking german and translates for me. "Young Gods." its a saying. Tomorrow with this water we will be as strong as young gods, and the water tastes like gold or maybe the elixir of life which it is, and I get it.

March 8th Day 2 Morning-

The others are packing and I'm scribbling fast in this journal because the memories of last night won't be as fresh after today. I don't want forget the whiskey we shared in a plastic cups last night as the sky burned around us. I don't want to forget how tired my legs were as we climbed out of the crater we had pitched out tents in, to see the best sunset probably of my life over the Villarrica Volcano,  Jo yelling in the distance "Is this heaven?", or Maddy saying quietly in our tent before we fell asleep; "Best Sleepover Ever."

I never want to forget how happy I was last evening with my best friend, and two no longer strangers.

I also don't want to forget the large amount of pleasure I've taken in my single combined spoon, fork, knife camping utensil. Its genius, don't know why I'd ever use any thing else ever again.

March 8th Day 2 Evening -

It is getting dark now, and Jo is cutting up cucumbers. Tom is making pasta, and Maddy is taking photos down by the little waterfall next to our campsite. We haven't seen anyone else all day and it feels like all of Chile is ours. Lake Azul, fields of igneous rock, the desert, the impact crator from an asteroid, new landscapes every few kilometres. This is what I came to Patagonia for and we aren't even officially in Patagonia yet.

I'm wearing Tom's shirt because I missed the sunscreen on half of my arms and my sunburn is really quite bad, a friend who will give you a shirt off their back that is something special.

We stopped in the desert for lunch, and I was at the lowest point of the past two days of straight walking. We tried to make a little shelter of our backpacks to block but the wind as we heated our water but it didn't really work. We ate shitty rice soup with dirt and more sand than I like for texture, but calories are calories and I felt better immediately. It is a feeling that I miss all too often in the city when I eat regularly and don't need the energy in the same way.

After lunch I led up the next ascent, the sand land we were leaving stretched out behind us. I used the last of my iphone battery to listen to a little Missy Elliot for moral support, attaching it to the top of bag so Jo who was behind me could hear the speaker over the wind. It died before I got to the top so for the minute that I crested the ridge it was silent. The others caught up not long after, and with all of use standing there in awe the light broke over the most incredible view I have ever witnessed. Exhausted and wind beaten I cried. I asked Jo take a picture of me.

Validation - this is real. This was the world before humans placed a hand on the landscape; untouched, and rugged, we all knew it.

We dropped out packs for a break and I took a few more photos that will never do the moment justice. I bandaged up Maddy's blisters and told her her I am her one and only wilderness first responder. A strange thing to say at the top of the world.

March 3rd - Day 3

Tom tells us about the Israeli army and a little bit about spending part of his early twenties in special forces. He shows us a scar on his leg where shrapnel hit, and even seeing something so tangible it is still hard for me to comprehend what it means to be in a war. We make fast friendships travelling, friendships that cross cultures and break all the regular social norm of getting to know a person. Jo is all about the German efficiency, and gets so frustrated that there is no signage in this park to tell us which way to go. I find it endearing, but I like that there are no signs. Like all Europeans it seems like she speaks at least three languages. I could almost kiss her when I realize she speaks the perfect amount of Spanish to get us a ride back to Pucon with a park worker. It's hard to imagine we didn't know Tom and Jo last week and that in a few more days we will all go our separate ways. This is the best hike I've ever done, and there is no one else I would have liked to share it with.

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Packing for a Travel Photography: Backpacking Adventure to Chilean Patagonia.

The rain was starting to get to me, and though I'd been I'd been thinking about it on and off for a while, I made a spur of the moment decision on a lazy Sunday in December and booked a flight to Santiago Chile. The surreal feeling of that still hasn't worn off, and I am now about a week from take off. Slowly but surely getting things together for the two month jaunt south.

I've been sharing a little bit of trip prep over on Instagram, and I thought I'd put together a longer blog post of the camera gear I am bringing down for this little photography adventure to Chilean Patagonia.

Like with every trip I've ever done the total weight of my pack is a huge concern. In Chile I have plans to hike in Torres Del Paine as well as possibly Dientes de Navarino. These are both are multi-day hikes where I'll be carrying all the camera gear listed below, a tent/sleeping bag, clothing, and days worth of food. I'll be experimenting with video so I am bringing my audio recorder which is bulky, and a polaroid camera which is truly huge, but I've tried to make scarifies where I can leaving behind lenses and bodies to cut the weight.

Nine weeks is a long haul,  and for this trip I specifically invested in a used Macbook Air (thanks craigslist, you never fail).  I've tried to convince myself for a long time I could do this without a laptop, but I know I will need to be able to run my business remotely, do a little light editing, and make backups as I go along. If I could do this whole thing without a computer I would, but unfortunately an iPhone just can't do it all.

So for Patagonia this is the final revised camera travel kit;

Canon 5D3 - My go to.

Canon 24mm f1.4 - My favourite lens

Sigma 50mm f1.2 - A beast of a lens that is pretty much good for everything.

Canon 135 f2.0 - For all the Guancos I plan to see in the distance.

3 Canon 5D3 Batteries - I thought about bringing only two but video eats batteries for lunch.

Fuji Instax Wide 300 

Manfrotto Lightweight Tripod - For night photography, time-lapses, and video. I've been using this as a makeshift monopod as well.

H4N Audio Recorder - I will loving call this piece of equipment "The Brick."

11" MacBook Air

Lens Pen // Lens Cloth // Various CF and SD Cards // Card Reader // Two 2TB Hard drives // iPhone 6 // Journal // Chargers

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Oktoberfest, Munich Germany

It is the largest festival in the world - 6.2 million people traveled to Munich in 2007, and with Oktoberfest making all the Lonely Planet lists of things to do before you die, I figured should I happen to be in Europe, in October, it would be something to see. Originally organized in 1810 to celebrate the marriage of Prince Ludwig to Princess Therese of Saxe-Hildburghausen Oktoberfest must have been one incredible party. The newlyweds after having so much fun deemed it an annual event, and every year since there has been a growing tuba playing, gingerbread heart cookie necklace wearing, and beer drinking festival celebration.

With Lederhosen on blending into the masses of people I brought my camera to the beer tents and fairgrounds. I'm glad I saw it, I was a part of it, I drank the "kool-aid" ...ahem... beer, and it truly was a once in a lifetime, once is enough kind of weekend.

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Bombay Beach California - American Roadtrip Part 4 of 5

Bombay Beach is a census designated place. It is a recognized place, but it really isn't. There is no municipal government that looks after its people, and it is only legitimized for statistical purposes. It's generally forgotten. There were 300 people that lived there in 2010, but that population dropped after the flood. Maybe the few that still live there like it that way. As I walked down the streets plastic bags drifted by, dogs barked behind empty fences, and abandoned houses stood spilling their forgotten contents into the front yard. I can only describe it as eerie to be in a place that once thrived with community, and now only a few years later sits desolate, virtually abandoned. Yet the few people I did see on the street riding golf carts and bicycles smiled pleasantly and waved and my very surface level understanding and a short afternoon  in Bombay Beach made them all the more intriguing.

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On The Road - American Roadtrip Part 2 of 5

  I had packed a backpack when I headed to the states, there were hiking boots next to high heels and a tent next to a sequin dress. The strangest packing job I've ever done. The plan was to attend WPPI in Vegas (a photography conference and a party for photographers) and then camp the Grand Canyon.

Except nothing ever goes as planned.

At WPPI I met James, Shane, and Ben all the way from Australia. They knew Brian, a South African who I know from living in Victoria and my travel partner for the trip. James had a car and the five of us, an international gang of recently acquainted photographers hit the road. (after the party of course, but before the conference was over.)

I had gotten an iPhone a week before the trip so this was the first time I really used the camera and started to understand what Instagram is all about. You can follow the trip from my perspective here .

It was fun, road trips always are.  We saw the Salton Sea, but smelled it first, completely dead with its beach of rotting fish. We watched the landscape in Joshua Tree National Park fade into the night. We paid for gas and were so distracted taking pictures at the gas station we forgot to fill up, got back on the highway, and still had an empty tank. We crossed a federal checkpoint in the middle of the California desert, which really made no sense, and the guard told us we were at the border about to head into Mexico. It took everyone a second to process he was joking.

These are my photos from the road, and a few of the short stops on our trip.

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