Here’s a taste of one of our extreme parenting adventures to Southern Utah this fall. We even gathered almost the entire Davis clan for part of the trip and no one had to go to the emergency room. Don’t worry, there were still plenty of death-defying stunts, just no one got hurt, this time. This photo is taken in the canyon that is a short hike from the Red Cliffs campground outside of St. George.

For the extended Memorial Day weekend we headed down to the Historic Land of Four Seasons (aka Beaver, UT) to visit the in-laws. It was pretty much raining all weekend in Salt Lake, so it was nice to get away from that. The weather has been crazy this year and all the mountains are still snowed in and the rivers are all overflowing, so we decided to head out to a place that would normally be too hot and dry this time of year. The Rock Corral area of the Mineral Mountains west of Beaver is one of my favorite places to visit in the area. I’ve been itching to go explore some of the cliffs and formations above Rock Corral. The rock is a soft type of granite that erodes in to these awesome formations.

The picnic area is pretty remote. There aren’t very many official recreation areas in the state that you can visit on Memorial day and not be fighting for a parking spot. While we were there, one other person pulled in to the parking lot and turned around and left. In fact, there isn’t really even a trail out of the picnic area in to the cliffs. There are a few little unofficial paths, but within 100 yards of the picnic tables, you are pretty much bushwacking your way to wherever you want to go.

Before the manventure could begin, we spent some time picnicking and riding horses and hanging out with the grandparents and grandkids. After everyone had had enough and went home, Uncle Kurt and I took to the hills to see if we could reach Granite Peak, the high point of the range. I’ve spent so much time on kid friendly-ish hikes the last few years, that I was excited to have uncle Kurt along for some serious exploring and hiking. Since there are no real trails, I just had to go off of what I could remember from a few accounts of others who had attempted the summit from Rock Corral. It was pretty late in the day and neither one of us was committed to get to the top, so we just decided to play it by ear and get as far as we could. First thing, we ran in to a wild turkey herding her chicks along, which was kind of cool, but then we had to decide which way to go.

The ridges tend to blend together in this range and everything is so steep, you really can’t see whatever is behind what is directly in front of you. Our summit attempt took us up the base of the cliffs on the left side of this photo, in to the little saddle in the middle, and halfway up the peak on the right side before we couldn’t go any further. We climbed over 1000 vertical feet, but that was still 1500 vertical feet and another mile or more to go to Granite Peak. So yeah, we didn’t come close.

Here is a view from the saddle, looking in to the next drainage over that we should have probably taken if we wanted to get further than we did. It doesn’t look like much in the photo, but the cliff drops of there about 100 feet. We couldn’t have even descended in to that drainage from here if we wanted to.

This is the little crack in the dome that we took from the saddle, halfway up the peak. It was a long shot, but at least we gave it a try. From here we decided to head downhill but up the canyon in to the drainage above Rock Corral to explore. The only bad thing about that plan was that the closer we got to the water, the thicker the brush got.

We did make it down to the river and it was pretty obvious that there was plenty of manventure left on this trip. We had to turn around and go back up canyon when we reached a waterfall and couldn’t climb down. Everywhere is super steep and covered in brush, so that was a challenge. We could see that the water went through a short gap in the rocks that you can see in this photo. It was downhill from where we were and looked like a cool place to visit, so we were pretty sure that there wouldn’t be another impassable waterfall.

That’s where we were wrong. Here’s the vantage point from the cliff where we are just above the 40 foot tall trees in the bottom of the canyon. If we would have had some rope, we could have rappelled, but who wants to be prepared and haul that around?

There was this 30 foot chute that was like the overflow for the waterfall that we scoped out as a possible way down, but it was about 5 feet to span at the top and then it belled out for the bottom 15 feet, so there would have been a pretty good drop to that sandy spot. It was a nice thought, but we decided to hike back out and around.

Here’s Kurt taking the easy way out and around the waterfall. This was actually nice because there wasn’t 8 foot tall brush to fight through for this short section.

We got on top of the ridge and spotted some cow pies and knew that we should be able to make it down from here. This giant boulder was pretty cool, especially for how undercut it is on the one side and still balances there.

Here’s some more views of the awesome formations and wispy clouds.

We got back down to the river and came through this spectacular place that is only about 100 yards from the picnic area. There is a tight canyon that the water cuts through, and giant boulders have fallen down and made this series of tunnels. The water is shallow enough that you can climb right down through the tunnels.

Here Kurt comes down around a little waterfall, underneath a massive boulder.

This is looking downstream under the same boulder. The ceiling is high enough that you can pretty much walk through here if you hunch over a little. This spot is actually pretty accessible from the picnic area and kids love climbing around in here.

I think this area is just as spectacular as the national parks of Southern Utah. Unlike the national parks, I wish a few more people would visit and help establish some trails into these awesome mountains. Then again, maybe that is what I like best about places like this. You can really enter a place like this and feel like you are traveling uncharted territory. At least until you step in a cow pie that is.

The second day of our trip was spent at Goblin Valley. We rolled in at 10 am and the place was packed for Easter weekend. There were even law enforcement officers directing traffic in the parking lot. This is probably one of the best places for kids. There is no end to the climbing opportunities here, and there is something for every age and ability. I even discovered whole canyons that I hadn’t visited before or even realized that they were there. I’m definitely going to schedule a little more time to explore on our next visit.

Most of the time we were there it was overcast and even raining a little, so I didn’t spend so much time on the photographing and spent more time hiking with the kids. Kristin took Swasey in the backpack, so I got to chase the others up and down every rock.

Just because I wasn’t focused on taking photos, didn’t mean that the kids didn’t want their picture taken every single time they climbed a rock. This little rock was pretty cool, kind of like an alligator head. Unfortunately the tip broke off while Parker was sitting there and killed him. Okay, just kidding.

Even Swasey enjoyed herself I think. She loves being outside.

More talking photos of the kids. Jaxon even loves to grab my camera and take photos of me. Maybe I can convince him to start apprenticing as my assistant.

If you hike back far enough you find these little side canyons. They are practically hidden from the parking lot viewpoint. Jaxon and I hiked up this one quite a ways and could have gone further. Next time I guess.

I love these drip patterns down the sides of the walls.

I can’t wait to go back and explore some more!

For Spring Break this year we decided to pack it up and head down to the southern edge of the San Rafael Swell in central Utah. This is one of my absolute favorite places to visit. You may have noticed that I haven’t blogged much for the past few months. That has more to do with how busy I’ve been rather than how little is going on. My son Keaton had an intense surgery (selective dorsal rhizotomy) that kept him in the hospital for about 2 weeks. I spent pretty much every day and night with him, which was fun. We’ve been working on the annual catalogs for the US, Australia and European markets at work, and so that has meant long hours and days and days of photo shoots. We were gifted 3 chickens from some neighbors of ours, so that has been fun. And, to top it off, I replaced the radiator and water pump in our mazda the week before this trip. One thing that I didn’t do this spring was shoot the LDS general conference like I have for the past few years. The Church audiovisual department has made a lot of changes and one of those was to cut back on the amount of photography produced for the Ensign. I was all set up to go, contracts signed, planning meetings done, and then bam, change of plans. Anyway, if you are waiting for me to post the photos from General Conference that I took, you won’t be seeing that this time around. Maybe next time? Who knows. I can honestly say it was so nice to spend the weekend home with the fam, relax and watch the conference from the comfort of my pajamas.

Anyway, back to the trip. Our baby is only 8 months old, so we decided to only stay 2 nights. After pulling in at sundown on Thursday and setting up camp, we decided to spend Friday in Little Wild Horse Canyon. I knew that it was possible that it could rain on Saturday, so we went to the slot canyon on Friday when it was clear.

This was the view from our campsite Friday morning. I love waking up to these kinds of sunrises. The desert is beautiful this time of year, and except for the wind on the day we arrived, the weather was great. There isn’t any water around for miles, so visiting when the weather is mild is a good idea.

Here is our camp set up behind this little hoodoo outcropping, just west of Little Wild Horse Canyon. We finally broke down and bought a spacious 2 room, 6 man tent with 2 rooms for our outings. I loved it and I think the kids liked having their own space. It was Easter weekend, as well as our spring break, so there were tons of people in the area. We were lucky to find this semi-secluded spot.

Our kids scaled this hill just west of our camp no less than 400 times while we were there. The 16 mm lens diminishes it’s size, but it’s probably 200 feet to the top, and a 45+ degree pitch. None of them made it all the way up since it was pretty crumbly vertical rock at the top, but that didn’t stop them from trying. Even after our all day hike in Little Wild Horse, the first thing they did when we got back to camp was head up this hill.

Even with all that energy, the kids were no match for the death march I had planned for them. Okay, I didn’t plan on it being a death march, but I just have a way of turning every hike in to a death march. I think I get that from my dad. Here we are at the beginning of the slot. Keaton had just undergone a major surgery where nerves in his spinal cord were killed to help with the effects of his cerebral palsy. That was only 2 and a half months before this trip and now he was hiking like a champ. He is still building up muscle in his leg, but the biggest problem he had was with his stretchy velcro closure shoes that kept popping off. You can see the shoe on his left foot has slipped off of his heel as his is climbing. I got that jerry rigged so that it would be a little tighter, and he didn’t have too much of a problem after that. If I could design a playground, it would be something like this. The kids loved this place.

This canyon is popular for a couple of reasons. The slots are long and deep, and there aren’t very many major obstacles to scramble over. This is a good one for kids, and as much as I would have liked to explore some of the more rugged slots around this one, I’ll have to wait until the kids are a little older. This was their first time in the area, so it was a good introduction.

Did I say this canyon was great for kids? That was before we got to the water filled section. I have never seen standing water like in the main canyon on this hike, but then again this has been a wet spring. Now, most parents with 5 kids age 8 and under would say, “Well, that was fun, let’s head back now.” We aren’t most parents. We are extreme parents, and when I say “we”, I mean “I” am an extreme parent. My wife Kristin would fall in to the category of “most parents.” The canyon itself was only 65 degrees at this point, so the water must have been in the 40’s. The extreme parent portion of our expedition convinced the rest of us that we should go for it, mostly because it looked like the water was only 2 feet deep at the most and ended in about 100 feet. I carried the kids through one at a time with Swasey in the backpack. Luckily, I was in chacos, so I didn’t have to go barefoot.

Here are Kristin and Keaton coming out of the water. I wish I have more photos of this section, but there were so many people hiking that day, we had to keep moving to avoid causing a major traffic jam. Anyway, the water wasn’t bad. That is until we found the next pool. And then the next, with obstacles. There was a nice family from Salt Lake hiking in front of us, and they actually were great to help us get through the next little bit. Just past this traffic jam was a 3 foot deep pool immediately followed by a 3 foot tall boulder. Normally I would have skirted around this in about 30 seconds, but hauling the kids over it was a chore. We finally made it past the water and in to an opening with sunshine. We spent probably 1.5 hours there, eating lunch and playing. The plan was to go back the way we came, instead of completing the 8 mile loop. It was probably 1:30 or 2 pm at this point. Kristin hated the water section so bad, that she decided we should go for the loop. I like hiking, so it wasn’t hard to convince me. Kristin and I had even backpacked the whole loop before together when we were first married, so it wasn’t like we were heading in to uncharted territory. We simply forgot that kids have a mind of their own and when they are done, they are done. Luckily they lasted until past halfway before they were done.

The next few miles were still awesome. The canyon is a little more shallow and starts to open up. The kids were still scrambling up every rock face they could.

I love this little section. The boulder looks massive compared to Berkley. He was my hiking buddy as we brought up the rear. He does great for a 3 year old kid. If you look hard, you can see Berkley standing below the boulder.

Then the canyon widens, the sun comes out, we entered the business end of the canyon. The river bed is sandy and tough going. The playground is behind you and there is a solid 3-4 miles of hiking before you get back to the fun stuff. You basically hike through the reef (or edge of the upheaval dome if you are a geologist), and then hike to the next canyon over. Bell canyon happens to flow in to Little Wild Horse, so you end up right back at your car. That is if your kids don’t die on you.

This is the “Behind the Reef” road. The canyon in the distance is Little Wild Horse. There is about 2 miles of hiking on this road to get to Bell Canyon and at this point we were less than halfway. This also happens to be where the kids hit their wall, and Berkley and Keaton pretty much were done. Kristin and I started to carry them, which meant she had Keaton, and I had Berkley in my arms and Swasey on my back. At least it was a good workout, because we definitely weren’t moving fast.

That’s when the reinforcements arrived. This mom and her two adult sons from Salt Lake, were hiking through at the same time and caught up to us just as we started to carry the kids. We must have looked pretty pathetic, because they jumped right in and started packing Berkley, Keaton and Parker. Even though the kids were unsure about being carried by strangers, it wasn’t long before they were riding like they were on their favorite horse. These guys were awesome, just the kind of people I hope to be like someday. I can’t thank them enough.

They made it so we got back to camp before dark and actually got to have a decent dinner. They carried the kids to about 1-2 miles from the trailhead before they left us, and by then the kids were ready to start climbing all over the place again. In fact, right after they set the kids down, they were already scrambling up the slick rock. You can kind of see them 25 feet up the slope in the photo on the right. A little know fact is that kids always have a reserve of energy for something they think will be fun.

Bell Canyon isn’t quite as impressive as Little Wild Horse, but it’s still worth the visit. I love converging lines of the sandstone here. Even though it was a Davis death march of epic proportion, I’m ready to go back for more. Now that the kids have done 8 miles, they should be good to go 10 on the next hike, right Kristin?

Another year has passed and I’ve been working with these clowns for 5 years now. Dirk has moved on to greener pastures, but let me introduce you to Lindsey (far left). Work sure is a lot more fun when you are surrounded by awesome people, that are, um . . . full of tradition?

Happy Holidays to you and yours.

So I actually got permission from the mrs. to head out on another ride Saturday. I’ve been itching to check out some of the rides around St. George, and since it was about 30 degrees warmer than Beaver it was a no brainer. Mrs Scott and the in-laws dropped me off at the trailhead and then took off to do some shopping. Although I had done my research at utahmountainbiking.com, it was still a little unnerving taking off into the unknown. Luckily I was riding the bearclaw-poppy trail that gets tons of traffic, so there were plenty of people to follow.

Anyway, it’s an awesome trail and it was the perfect time of year to ride. Unfortunately, I did have a few hiccups. First, I was alone and unfamiliar with the trail so I didn’t quite feel comfortable bombing it off the frequent blind drops. Also, I left my helmet in Beaver, so I wasn’t as excited to crash as I usually am. Last, about halfway through, my derraileur cable broke.

So, I pretty much was stuck in high gear, which was fine for downhill, not awesome for uphill. I don’t think I’ll ever ride a fixie mountain bike.

My kids are still easily impressed, so I took a photo of this skull shaped rock for them, at the end of the trail. It totally worked, maybe because they just watched Goonies.

Anyway, a lonely, helmetless, broken derraileur bike ride in sunny St. George beats shopping with the in-laws any day of the week. Now I just need to get a good 4 day bike trip to St. George planned so I can hit some of the other rides down there.

So this Thanksgiving with the in laws I decided to take along my mountain bike, and see if it would get warm enough for a ride. Luckily there is less than an inch of snow on the ground here, instead of the foot of snow in Salt Lake. Just before cabin fever set in this morning, I managed to sneak out for a ride as Karen got the dinner ready.

Normally the hills above Beaver are hot, dry and uninviting, but I think this is the perfect time of year to explore them. It was below freezing so the ground was firm and the snow wasn’t bad if I stayed in the tracks.

Anyway, I did a 15 mile loop up Baker canyon to North Creek, and then back to Baker along the ridges. The cabin fever was practically cured by the time I got back, and even better, I was ready to pig out on some Thanksgiving dinner.

I was happy to see this shot printed full page (pg. 63). The lights in the fountains were already off when I got there Saturday morning, and I didn’t think I would make it in time Sunday morning either, but I managed to get about 3 frames off before they shut off. Luckily I had my camera ready to go, and my spot picked out from the day before, so I literally plopped it down and before I could make sure the exposure and focus was right, the lights were off.

Even though I shoot quite a few photos of the temple during the conference, I usually only see one printed. It was nice to see this one on page 20.

This shot was cropped down a bit and published on page 3. There is a nice little father/daughter moment going on there that I think they wanted to focus on.

I shoot a lot in this location and it finally paid off. I love the diagonal shadow across their chests, perfectly parallel with their lit faces.

So, if your not a teenage subscriber to the New Era, you might not know that there is also a conference article in there after each conference. This shot was used on page 13 of the New Era.

While I was pulling up the November New Era, I happened to notice that the cover of last May’s New Era looked familiar. I don’t know how I missed it, but that is my photo on the cover. Very cool.

So, that is what was published. Here are a few more favorites from the weekend.

Well, that’s it. Thanks for looking!

Anyway, I’ve been riding my trike to work, 3-5 days a week, for 2 1/2 years now. Before the trike, I pedaled my mountain bike the 6 miles each way for 2 years. I love the trike for commuting, and the tailbox has made a huge difference. It’s purpose is somewhat to improve my aerodynamics, somewhat to improve my visibility to motorists, but mostly to give me a nice storage place for my gear/clothes/whatever I need to haul to work. There is a hatch door on the top that opens, and gives access to the space inside.

You can kind of see the lid here, I’ll have to shoot some photos of the inside sometime. I usually carry my clothes, lunch, some bike tools, and my keys/phone etc in here on the way to work, but I’ve also fit a camera bag and tripod in here at the same time. Recently, I even put new brake rotors for our van, (that was on jack stands in the garage) in the tailbox. Luckily Checker is only about 2 miles from my house. They probably weighed well over 50 pounds, and the box handled it just fine. There is an aluminum bar for support, that goes over the wheel well inside, down to the accessory mounting holes above the hub.

Anyway, the tailbox has been great. Before the box, I used an standard bike rack and panniers. I had a fender, but all that did was keep the spray off of me by splashing all over the panniers. So snowy or rainy days usually meant that I hauled some soaking wet, muddy bags up to my desk. Everything inside had to be in plastic bags so they didn’t get drenched too. The box is awesome. There is a wheel well underneath that acts as a fender and seals the bottom from moisture. I just throw a duffel bag inside with my stuff, and I can pull it out, completely dry, when I get there.

I have been using the tailbox for a year now, and at first I was worried all of the taped seams were going to be constantly peeling off, or it was going to fall apart, but it has performed like a champ. Here is how I built mine:

First step: Pay some little kid to do all the manual labor.

Okay, just kidding. That is my helper Jaxon. First step is to get that old Ikea or refrigerator box you’ve been hoarding and cut it up in to pieces until it fits. I drew up some plans and kind of just kept trimming until the joints came together. Packaging tape was used to hold it together. This was worth the time, because cardboard has similar properties to the coroplast, so I could spot places where the curves were too complex, etc. There were just too many bends, curves and holes where the seat posts had to go through to just start cutting the coroplast without a pattern. In case you are wondering, coroplast is like a plastic corrugated board, used by print shops for things like those yard or election signs. I got mine at a print shop supply house in Salt Lake.

Next step, cut apart the prototype and lay the pieces over your sheet of coroplast.

This is a 4′ x 8′ piece of orange coroplast, with the pattern laying over the top. The large piece with holes in it is for the bottom of the box with a piece that goes up behind the seat. The box is fully enclosed to keep out moisture and so it doesn’t act like a parachute as I ride. The extra coroplast was used to make the wheel well, which I measured from the assembled box, so those pieces aren’t seen above. Once you cut out your pieces, leaving extra for joints, then you can start putting it together. Like I said, this takes a while so, I didn’t stop to take pictures. I had to get it done in a weekend so I could ride to work again monday. Joining the pieces is fairly straightforward. Glues typically don’t stick to coroplast very well or at all, so zip ties were used to join the pieces. A small hole is made with a soldering iron, about 1/2 inch from the edge. Then a  zip tie is threaded through and cinched tight. I placed zip ties every 3 inches or so. I also cut a long skinny piece of coroplast, comprising of 1 rib of the material, and placed that on the inside, along the joint, with the zip tie circling it. I think this has helped so that the holes don’t pull through, and so that stuff doesn’t push through the gaps between zip ties. Once everything was put together, I took orange electrical tape, and taped along the outside of the seams to cover the zip ties. I think it has held so well since it isn’t structurally holding it together, but just cosmetically placed over the joints.

It has held up through the heat of summer, and the cold of winter. I ride just about every day, in the slush, rain or snow, so I feel like it has been thoroughly tested now. Plus, if you thought your trike was a babe magnet before, wait until you put one of these on there. Someday, maybe I post photos of the joints, lid, and inside, if I don’t build a full fairing before that.

This Halloween the Photo/Design/Events teams joined up for a group “Lord of the Rings” costume. It was pretty freaking awesome, and yes, we won the prestigious 1st place for a group costume and the accompanying pizza party. Finally.

We even had enough of the cast to put together a short trailer, roughly based on the original “Fellowship of the Ring” trailer. Thanks to Brian Pitt’s sweet video skills, the trailer looks better than any of us could have hoped for. Here it is for your viewing pleasure.

I have to say the best part was being able to walk around work all morning in a skin tight nude suit and tattered loincloth. It was kind of like the dream where you show up to school and you realize you are naked. Pretty awkward. You can thank Becca (Saruman) for that. When we started throwing the idea around a couple months ago Becca came over and asked if I would dress up as Gollum, probably because she thought I was the only one that would actually do it. I reluctantly agreed, only because I’ve always wanted to make a nude suit. First, because I think it would be awesome to be Mr. Slim Goodbody sometime. Second, as an avid cyclist and with family in the San Francisco Bay area, I may need to participate in the World Naked Bike Ride sometime (caution, men’s naked butts shown here), but I’m not sure I would want to actually be naked. Anyway, once I factored in the nude suit, it seemed like a good idea. I haven’t been fired yet either, so, it looks like everything worked out.

Now how about those close-ups you’ve all been waiting for!

My advice to anyone wanting to try this at home is to buy a mask. Not only will it help you look more like Gollum, but will hide your identity too. The bald cap was fine, but it sure made my huge ears stick out even more than usual. Someone actually asked me, “are those your real ears?”

Anyway, now that you have all thrown up in your mouth a little, here’s some more normal people.

Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas.

Gollum and Frodo fight over the ring. The velour track suit makes another appearance. Last year it was sported by Maury Ballstein from our Zoolander group costume.

The Ringwraiths.

Gandolf and Saruman.

The elves. Generic elf, Galadriel, Legolas, and Arwen.

And the hobbitses. Samwise, Meri, Pippin, and Frodo.