P22Tyler
Stinger Enthusiast
Not this time sadly.Did you see Merlin up there? He loves a Canyon or 3.![]()
Not this time sadly.Did you see Merlin up there? He loves a Canyon or 3.![]()
Cigars. I'm not a big cigar guy but my brother always brings them.What are Stogies ?
Nope, not heard about that one, must have been too busy watching all his Terminator films.You didn't see "The Sixth Day" with Arnie?
Merlin,Took the opportunity to get away for the long weekend here in Vic with restrictions eased. Headed up to Benalla to check out the Silo Art trail. Also a heap of street art in Benalla itself. Pretty cool and worth the trip. Did get off the beaten track in the Winton Wetlands. The poor Carrot needed a good hose down after that!View attachment 45828View attachment 45829View attachment 45830View attachment 45831View attachment 45832View attachment 45833View attachment 45834
Most of them are either too far away or too close to the car. https://stingerforum.org/attachments/benalla-street-art-3-jpg.45830/ This one is a good calendar pic. If I use it, the nose and tail of the Stinger will be cropped (or maybe just the tail), but I think it would look pretty cool!Merlin,
Are these calendar-worthy?
What is your wife holding ? they look like those things you use when you go skiing but I can't remember the name......ski poles ??Different canyon (for you critics); well, different as in first time up Little Cottonwood canyon this year.
The target was Red Pines trail. First of all, the parking lot and the shoulders either side of the entrance were slammed. I went c. a quarter mile further up and parked behind the last vehicle, an Audi SUV of some model or other.
We of course visited the restrooms starting out. But my wife's peculiar "needs" (which are capricious) caused her to need another "necessary" before we were even twenty minutes into the hike. So, I got pretty annoyed since there is NOWHERE at that point to "hide behind a bush": steep mountainside to the left going up, the opposite on the right going down; impassable, in other words. Then I saw a very steep, narrow track going down that I had never noticed before, and down it we went; at least it was a way off the beaten path - the highly populated path, I add, and way too many people for my 'druthers; so, there was the added bonus of getting away from where anybody else was going up and coming down.
A good five minutes in and down and I found a suitable spot for her potty break. Heh! When she was quite relieved, I led us further down, rather than return to the main trail. We ended up in a meadow down there, with moose tracks visible in quite a few places: and in fact, getting down there we must have spooked a moose because we heard a crashing through the trees off to our left and further down the mountainside. I was reminded that the safest hiker is a noisy hiker and so my wife and I made a point of conversing loudly after that.
The meadow sabotaged my plan to circle back to the main trail below: it was a bog in too many places. So, we retraced our steps up, past the "necessary", and back to the main trail. Good enough. I was done for the day, this time.
I did take us by a more "adventurous" route back to the car: via a trail that ran out, paralleling the road, and, at the point I deemed directly opposite the Stinger above, I turned left and "trail blazed" (my wife's words) through the trees and over the fallen trunks (the sun heated dead wood smelled absolutely enchanting) until we could scramble up the steep shoulder to the pavement: I was c. forty feet further up the canyon from where we were parked. Hah.
You can see the cars lined up clear out of sight around the bend (and across the Valley, Kennecott Copper open pit mine); full parking lot; teensy silver dot dead center is my Stinger (the Audi SUV in front of it has departed); a scenic view of the mountains on the other (north) side of the canyon.
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Coming down the canyon was a brief rush as I got to take the curves and "esses" at 60+ MPH before we came up behind the inevitable blockage of slowly wending vehicles.
LEKI walking/hiking sticks. "Four legs good, two legs bad", is their slogan. It's so true!What is your wife holding ? they look like those things you use when you go skiing but I can't remember the name......ski poles ??
Capricious - given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behaviour:Different canyon (for you critics); well, different as in first time up Little Cottonwood canyon this year.
The target was Red Pines trail. First of all, the parking lot and the shoulders either side of the entrance were slammed. I went c. a quarter mile further up and parked behind the last vehicle, an Audi SUV of some model or other.
We of course visited the restrooms starting out. But my wife's peculiar "needs" (which are capricious) caused her to need another "necessary" before we were even twenty minutes into the hike. So, I got pretty annoyed since there is NOWHERE at that point to "hide behind a bush": steep mountainside to the left going up, the opposite on the right going down; impassable, in other words. Then I saw a very steep, narrow track going down that I had never noticed before, and down it we went; at least it was a way off the beaten path - the highly populated path, I add, and way too many people for my 'druthers; so, there was the added bonus of getting away from where anybody else was going up and coming down.
A good five minutes in and down and I found a suitable spot for her potty break. Heh! When she was quite relieved, I led us further down, rather than return to the main trail. We ended up in a meadow down there, with moose tracks visible in quite a few places: and in fact, getting down there we must have spooked a moose because we heard a crashing through the trees off to our left and further down the mountainside. I was reminded that the safest hiker is a noisy hiker and so my wife and I made a point of conversing loudly after that.
The meadow sabotaged my plan to circle back to the main trail below: it was a bog in too many places. So, we retraced our steps up, past the "necessary", and back to the main trail. Good enough. I was done for the day, this time.
I did take us by a more "adventurous" route back to the car: via a trail that ran out, paralleling the road, and, at the point I deemed directly opposite the Stinger above, I turned left and "trail blazed" (my wife's words) through the trees and over the fallen trunks (the sun heated dead wood smelled absolutely enchanting) until we could scramble up the steep shoulder to the pavement: I was c. forty feet further up the canyon from where we were parked. Hah.
You can see the cars lined up clear out of sight around the bend (and across the Valley, Kennecott Copper open pit mine); full parking lot; teensy silver dot dead center is my Stinger (the Audi SUV in front of it has departed); a scenic view of the mountains on the other (north) side of the canyon.
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Coming down the canyon was a brief rush as I got to take the curves and "esses" at 60+ MPH before we came up behind the inevitable blockage of slowly wending vehicles.
Yes, those sticks would help with steadying yourselves on uneven ground and ward off angry Moose if neededLEKI walking/hiking sticks. "Four legs good, two legs bad", is their slogan. It's so true!
You could also protect Stinger from other predators.Yes, those sticks would help with steadying yourselves on uneven ground and ward off angry Moose if needed![]()
Merlin went to another CANYON... Go figureDifferent canyon (for you critics); well, different as in first time up Little Cottonwood canyon this year.
The target was Red Pines trail. First of all, the parking lot and the shoulders either side of the entrance were slammed. I went c. a quarter mile further up and parked behind the last vehicle, an Audi SUV of some model or other.
We of course visited the restrooms starting out. But my wife's peculiar "needs" (which are capricious) caused her to need another "necessary" before we were even twenty minutes into the hike. So, I got pretty annoyed since there is NOWHERE at that point to "hide behind a bush": steep mountainside to the left going up, the opposite on the right going down; impassable, in other words. Then I saw a very steep, narrow track going down that I had never noticed before, and down it we went; at least it was a way off the beaten path - the highly populated path, I add, and way too many people for my 'druthers; so, there was the added bonus of getting away from where anybody else was going up and coming down.
A good five minutes in and down and I found a suitable spot for her potty break. Heh! When she was quite relieved, I led us further down, rather than return to the main trail. We ended up in a meadow down there, with moose tracks visible in quite a few places: and in fact, getting down there we must have spooked a moose because we heard a crashing through the trees off to our left and further down the mountainside. I was reminded that the safest hiker is a noisy hiker and so my wife and I made a point of conversing loudly after that.
The meadow sabotaged my plan to circle back to the main trail below: it was a bog in too many places. So, we retraced our steps up, past the "necessary", and back to the main trail. Good enough. I was done for the day, this time.
I did take us by a more "adventurous" route back to the car: via a trail that ran out, paralleling the road, and, at the point I deemed directly opposite the Stinger above, I turned left and "trail blazed" (my wife's words) through the trees and over the fallen trunks (the sun heated dead wood smelled absolutely enchanting) until we could scramble up the steep shoulder to the pavement: I was c. forty feet further up the canyon from where we were parked. Hah.
You can see the cars lined up clear out of sight around the bend (and across the Valley, Kennecott Copper open pit mine); full parking lot; teensy silver dot dead center is my Stinger (the Audi SUV in front of it has departed); a scenic view of the mountains on the other (north) side of the canyon.
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Coming down the canyon was a brief rush as I got to take the curves and "esses" at 60+ MPH before we came up behind the inevitable blockage of slowly wending vehicles.
Spot on Human and AnimalYou could also protect Stinger from other predators.
No! Your eye gets drawn to the grande distraction rather than the car.Most of them are either too far away or too close to the car. https://stingerforum.org/attachments/benalla-street-art-3-jpg.45830/ This one is a good calendar pic. If I use it, the nose and tail of the Stinger will be cropped (or maybe just the tail), but I think it would look pretty cool!![]()
But the mural is apropos. If it were a smooching child I'd agree that the distraction is inimical to a car pic.No! Your eye gets drawn to the grande distraction rather than the car.Not worthy at all. Merlin are you slipping?
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Yup slipp’in!But the mural is apropos. If it were a smooching child I'd agree that the distraction is inimical to a car pic.![]()
It's only in the options folder; not on a calendar ... yet.Yup slipp’in!Well I guess the day had to come......eventually.
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Like the pics,gotta admit Stinger makes any country side look good...Went up the Blue Mountains today & checked out some Silo Art.View attachment 46893View attachment 46894View attachment 46895View attachment 46896View attachment 46897View attachment 46899View attachment 46898
That's some good art on those silos but the Stinger is and always will be the star of the show.Went up the Blue Mountains today & checked out some Silo Art.View attachment 46893View attachment 46894View attachment 46895View attachment 46896View attachment 46897View attachment 46899View attachment 46898