The plan for my big summer road trip was to end up at the Toroweap Overlook on the north rim of the Grand Canyon. That trip was interrupted, though, before I could make it back down out of Utah.
In mid-September Kari was planning a short trip home to her family, so I thought I’d use that time as an excuse to maybe use her car to get up to Toroweap for a long weekend. I asked my friend Shane if he wanted to go, and as it turns out he drove his truck instead. This is far better, since a tricked-out Toyota Tundra is much better equipped for treacherous roads than a worn out Ford Escape. (It’s funny – my little Ford Focus could probably get me 95% of the way to the Toroweap Overlook. Kari’s Escape could handle another 4%, but that remaining 1% would have been an issue. Would have sucked to get 99% of the way there, only to have to maybe carry all my gear that last little bit.)
I drove to Flagstaff Thursday night, and we loaded up and took off for the north Friday morning. Didn’t make it past Miz Zip’s, though, before stopping for pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a fresh donut.
One of the many fascinating things about the Grand Canyon is that the north rim is both so close and yet so far away. As the condor flies, it’s just a few hundred yards to a few miles to the other side, but as the Toyota drives, you gotta go all the way up to Lee’s Ferry, then back down around the Vermillion Cliffs, up to Fredonia, and then all the way down to the Overlook. The downside is that it takes around seven hours from Flagstaff. The upside, of course, is that the scenery along the way is phenomenal.
Another upside is the porch at the Lee’s Ferry Lodge, where tradition holds that Shane must stop to chat with Charlie and maybe have a beer. Who am I to argue with tradition?
From there we climbed up to Jacob Lake and dropped back down into Fredonia, gassed up, and hit the gravel road out to Toroweap.
Since we got there fairly late in the afternoon I decided not to set up my tintype gear, but rather to use the time to explore the area and scout locations for the morning.
I wanted to get what seems to be the “classic” view from Toroweap – the shear cliff on the north rim and the Colorado River thousands of feet pretty much directly below – but I had a feeling I liked the complexities of the canyon to the west a little bit more. So I started looking to the northeast (upriver) in the morning, before shifting locations in the afternoon.
The photo below shows my camera position for that tintype above.
Shane, of course, is a photographer too, and when he wasn’t helping me he was off doing his thing – his thing being a lot of 8×10 camera work. (Neither one of us wants to make things too easy!)
I made the above photo from the point closest to the edge that I was comfortable with. Shane, obviously, has a higher threshold for terror, and got out on a ledge that he’d been eyeing for a while. (The point where he is in that photo is fine, it’s the tiny lip he had to walk along to get out there that is an issue.)
After lunch Shane and I moved my tintype gear over to my second location (it was too far to walk each time with the wet plate) and I got set up for the afternoon’s work. Between the two of us it only took a couple of trips, and it just happened to work out that Shane carried the heavy water jug! ;-)
From this second location I had planned to photograph both up- and down-stream, but in the end I just worked the view downstream to the west. I’m not saying one way or another was better, but I love the way the more-varied canyon walls look in tintype. Upriver is simple and stark and powerful, downriver is layered and complex. And all of it changes as the sun moves during the day. Shane mentioned a few times that the angle of the sun – and the clouds and snow and everything – make a big difference seasonally, too. In short: could probably spend many days here over many years and still never see all the nuanced details.
It was cool having somebody out there with me, for many reasons. One was that I got some photos of me at work and I didn’t have to be awkward with a tripod and self-timer.
I made a few tintypes in the afternoon, basically worked until dark, and made a total of 24 plates on Saturday. By the time I finished washing and drying them, at 9:30pm, I was exhausted and Shane was already dozing in his camp chair.
Sunday morning we were up at dawn and back at it. Me with the tintypes at my second location, Shane with his 8×10.
Around 1pm I finally finished my last tin and started packing up – we (ok, Shane) still had many hours to drive home. We got out to the paved road, put air back in the tires. Shane “airs down” to make the rough roads more comfy and to reduce the chance of tires getting punctured. He has an air compressor built into his truck (how cool is that?!) so we just pumped them all back up and drove back in to the “civilization” of Fredonia to get gas (and internet!) From there the next stop was the Lee’s Ferry Lodge for chicken wings and beers before the final push on to Flagstaff for the night.
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