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Virgin, UT

All eyes were on Cameron Zink as he hit the 360 to claim the victory for 2010.
All eyes were on Cameron Zink as he hit the 360 to claim the victory for 2010.

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The 3-D cameras were positioned right across the ledge from this shot. I'm anxious to see what their take on the Red Bull Rampage looks like.
The 3-D cameras were positioned right across the ledge from this shot. I’m anxious to see what their take on the Red Bull Rampage looks like.
All I have to say about this shot is, he did not stick the landing across the 65 foot canyon gap. And it happened right in front of me.
All I have to say about this shot is, he did not stick the landing across the 65 foot canyon gap. And it happened right in front of me.
And although we did scramble back and forth between shots, and split our time on the sides of cliffs and under canyon gaps, and went into each day with a new strategy to get a unique angle, when photographing any sort of event, it all comes down to people. The people we are photographing and the people we meet along the way. Everywhere we go we are capturing a little piece of history-just a split second in time. I've become very grateful for all of the unique opportunities we have been able to experience. And, I'll admit, I'm very grateful for the people that we meet along the way the generosity they show to us. (A huge thank you to Jeff Strait for befriending us. His son, Kyle Strait, is pictured above shooting out of the Oakley icon sender.)
And although we did scramble back and forth between shots, and split our time on the sides of cliffs and under canyon gaps, and went into each day with a new strategy to get a unique angle, when photographing any sort of event, it all comes down to people. The people we are photographing and the people we meet along the way. Everywhere we go we are capturing a little piece of history-just a split second in time. I’ve become very grateful for all of the unique opportunities we have been able to experience. And, I’ll admit, I’m very grateful for the people that we meet along the way the generosity they show to us.
(A huge thank you to Jeff Strait for befriending us. His son, Kyle Strait, is pictured above shooting out of the Oakley icon sender.)
Every time I shoot a sporting event, I come away with a whole new appreciation for the athletes. Yes, the purpose of the Red Bull Rampage is to deliberately ride your bike off a cliff and look good doing it. I just had no idea what went on behind the scenes to make it all happen: Teams of people building just the right lines to impress the judges. Total strangers fighting gravity and forcing the best bikes in the industry up the cliffs the riders will soon come barreling down. Friends and fathers calculating precise moves perched atop high mountains and clinging to cliff ledges. Riders assessing the wind-whipped flags to decide if the weather is too fierce to ride. Promoters wondering if all of their preparation is any match for what mother nature has to offer in the storm clouds above. Webcasters anxiously trying to fill time for the live broadcast being viewed across the nation. Spectators on location awaiting the next rider and trying to guess what line they will take so they can decide whether or not that partially worn line underfoot is the line the rider will choose. Photographers scrambling back and forth following the chatter of the walkie talkies to get the million dollar shot.
Every time I shoot a sporting event, I come away with a whole new appreciation for the athletes. Yes, the purpose of the Red Bull Rampage is to deliberately ride your bike off a cliff and look good doing it. I just had no idea what went on behind the scenes to make it all happen: Teams of people building just the right lines to impress the judges. Total strangers fighting gravity and forcing the best bikes in the industry up the cliffs the riders will soon come barreling down. Friends and fathers calculating precise moves perched atop high mountains and clinging to cliff ledges. Riders assessing the wind-whipped flags to decide if the weather is too fierce to ride. Promoters wondering if all of their preparation is any match for what mother nature has to offer in the storm clouds above. Webcasters anxiously trying to fill time for the live broadcast being viewed across the nation. Spectators on location awaiting the next rider and trying to guess what line they will take so they can decide whether or not that partially worn line underfoot is the line the rider will choose. Photographers scrambling back and forth following the chatter of the walkie talkies to get the million dollar shot.

Durango to Silverton, CO

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I was by far the most excited about this one particular day of our vacation. I’ve been wanting to ride this train again for as long as I can remember. When I was little, we took the trek up to Colorado where we stopped and took the tourist pictures at the Grand Canyon along the way and dipped our hands in the cold, cold waters of the Animas River to pan for gold once we arrived in Colorado. AND we took the train. The train that rides high above, crosses over and practically touches the water of the Animas. The train that needs a special narrow gauge in order to navigate the twisty little tracks up to Silverton. The train that has been in operation for 128 years. You know what that means, right? Yep. It’s vintage. I love vintage, I love this train and I love adventure. I’m so thankful I was able to take such a grand adventure when I was so little because it left a big impression on me. It sparked an incredible need to explore more of the outdoors.

Everyone should visit Colorado at least once
Everyone should visit Colorado at least once
The leaves were just starting to change colors. Pockets of yellow everywhere
The leaves were just starting to change colors. Pockets of yellow everywhere

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The train follows the Animas River up to Silverton
The train follows the Animas River up to Silverton
God's beauty around every corner
God’s beauty around every corner
Somebody didn't quite get their money's worth out of the train ride
Somebody didn’t quite get their money’s worth out of the train ride
All Aboard!
All Aboard!
I've been dying to go on this train again for as long as I can remember
I’ve been dying to go on this train again for as long as I can remember

Arches National Park, UT

We took the trek out to Delicate Arch expecting to get a few great shots at sunset. What we did not expect, was the ginourmous crowd that had gathered out in the middle of nowhere with the same idea. So, we decided to go where the other photographers were not and got some unique perspectives.
We took the trek out to Delicate Arch expecting to get a few great shots at sunset. What we did not expect, was the ginourmous crowd that had gathered out in the middle of nowhere with the same idea. So, we decided to go where the other photographers were not and got some unique perspectives.
If you stand underneath it, you get a very clear sense of why it is named delicate arch!
If you stand underneath it, you get a very clear sense of why it is named delicate arch!
Just as the sun had set a group of about 20 kids appeared out of nowhere. I'll admit, it was quite hilarious. We had so many questions: Is this a school trip? (I want to send my kids to that school because I never got to do anything this cool when I was in school) Why didn't they get here before the sun set? (I can only imagine the process it took to get them there!) How will they trek the 2 miles safely back to their waiting caravans in the dark? (Oh wait, I remember seeing a flashlight or two) How did the chaperones stay so calm with all these kids running around near cliffs and underneath a potentially collapsible arch? (I don't think it helped when all the kids gathered under the arch for a photo and Sean yells: "Watch out! It's falling!)
Just as the sun had set a group of about 20 kids appeared out of nowhere. I’ll admit, it was quite hilarious. We had so many questions: Is this a school trip? (I want to send my kids to that school because I never got to do anything this cool when I was in school) Why didn’t they get here before the sun set? (I can only imagine the process it took to get them there!) How will they trek the 2 miles safely back to their waiting caravans in the dark? (Oh wait, I remember seeing a flashlight or two) How did the chaperones stay so calm with all these kids running around near cliffs and underneath a potentially collapsible arch? (I don’t think it helped when all the kids gathered under the arch for a photo and Sean yells: “Watch out! It’s falling!)
As soon as the kids left, we realized we were alone. Sometimes you get the best shots when everyone else thinks there is no reason to stay and shoot. Or was there a good reason they were all gone? Shoot! I probably should have checked the signs at the ranger station to see if there are any creepy crawly monsters that come out at night around these parts!
As soon as the kids left, we realized we were alone. Sometimes you get the best shots when everyone else thinks there is no reason to stay and shoot. Or was there a good reason they were all gone? Shoot! I probably should have checked the signs at the ranger station to see if there are any creepy crawly monsters that come out at night around these parts!

West Walker River, CA

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Sean got skunked.
And so did Miss America. Ok, there was no actual skunk involved, but she came out smelling like a pile of stinky, rotten fish. It seems while Sean had his back turned, the little white dog just happened upon eagerly sought out with her pointy nose, a pile of smelly, dead fish left behind by some dufus fisherman lying on the shore. Not only did she seek it out, but apparently decided that she needed to roll around in it. I heard some muffled shouts from outside the camper and the next thing I know, we’re sacrificing our only towel to rid Clown Dog* of the war paint left behind by her “catch.” What a proud dog she was that day.
(*We’ve given her the affectionate nickname of Clown Dog any time she shows up in front of us with strange but colorful marks on her body. I, personally, like to call her Clownzer, for short)

San Diego, CA

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We couldn’t even wait until we got him home. Within an hour of acquiring our new dog, we had him sudsed up, scrubbed down and smelling good for his future mate, Miss America. I’m glad this dog doesn’t have to go out into the real world to find his own mate, because I fear he might get teased because of his full name. Jillian suggested Mr. Ronald Reagan and I fell in love with it: Mr. Reagan and Miss America-brilliant! However, Sean was insistent on naming his dog, Captain something-or-other: “When I call them both back to me I’ll say “Captain America…Here!”” Oh, obviously. When I told Jillian his official name was Mr. Captain Ronald Reagan, she just about died of laughter and repeated it back to me in a questioning sort of manner. I’m pretty sure there were tears squeezed out of her eyes from laughing so hard. So, in order to not embarrass ourselves, or our dog too much, we officially dropped the, “Mr.” We call him Reagan around the house, so I’m sure there will be a bit of frustration when we take him in public and Sean is yelling out, “Captain America,” in his proudest voice only to find his dog running the other way.