Scottie Doesn't Know

I had promised my boyfriend a guided trip down the Green River, below the Flaming Gorge Dam, for his birthday in April.  When I asked a buddy from the gym when we should go, he suggested to wait until the fish were feeding on dry flies.  So we waited, and waited, and waited, until August 5th, when I was told the fishing should be epic.  


We camped Friday, and woke up Saturday ready to hit the river.  We rolled up to the meeting place for our guide service, and this white Toyota 4Runner rolls into the parking lot with a drift boat painted like a trout with the Spinner Fall guide company logo marked on the front.  If I'm being honest, when Scottie stepped out of the car, I didn't know what to expect.  When we asked what the plan was, his response was, "I dunno, I figured I'd meet you guys and see what you wanna do..".  In my mind, I thought, "uh, catch really big fish."  


We drive down to Little Hole, and as Scottie started dropping to boat into the river, Rex sets my fly rod up with a brand new leader.  Not even 2 minute later, Scottie's nipping it off sayin, "I want something a little more robust."  


We start down the river, and it becomes real...we're in for an epic day.  We turned on some music, started jamming Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, and Led Zepelin.  It wasn't too long before Rex starts slaying the trout, and we knew we were paired with the sickest guide on the river. 


It wasn't long before I started casting myself.  We roll down a set of uneventful class 3 rapids and Scottie pulls us up behind this boulder, saying, "Alright Kristin, you ever caught a fish to Tupac before?".  Spoiler alert, now I've caught a few fish to Tupac, and I couldn't be more pumped.  Shortly after, Scottie hops out of the boat and starts walking the boat up river.  This guy wasn't messing around. 


We pulled off at a campground for lunch where he set us up with some delicious chicken caesar wraps, pickled veggies, carrots, celery, nuts, you name it.  Before we knew it, we were back to floatin, and slaying fish. Rex hooked into a rad brown trout with a gnarly scar on his back from being swooped out of the river by a local bird of prey. 


We float into the C-section, and anchor up waiting for a gust of wind to quit giving us grief, when Rex noticed a fish feeding by the bank.  Scottie mentioned it might be the same huge Brownie he'd tried hunting on a guide trip just one day before us.  He ties Rex up with a single dry fly beetle, and WAM, the fish slams it.  Needless to say, Scottie and Rex shared the highest of fives. 


We were one of the first boats on the river that morning, and we had so much fun, we were nearly one of the last ones off the river that evening. Scotties rowed us down that river and against the wind for around 10 hours that day, and gave us one of our favorite fishing experiences to date.


If you're looking to float The Green, call Spinner Fall guide service, and if you're lucky, you might be paired with Scott Barrus. 

- K 

White Dress, Tan Sand.

I don't advertise that I shoot weddings (or bridals, or engagements, or any life event for that matter).  But occasionally I am asked to do it anyway, and I'm almost always happy to say yes.  This particular time, I was delighted.  

My friends Tucker and Sierra had contacted me to shoot their not-so-standard wedding in Moab, Ut, last June.  They'd made it clear, it was to be close friends and family, informal, on some red rock somewhere.  We were all going to camp, drink, dance, hike, and celebrate their union with those closest to them.  Basically a big ol' fam/friend party, doing what we all love to do anyway. 

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Of course, that meant their "photo needs" were minimal.  So, when I asked the question, "Do you want Bridals?", Sierra wasn't sure it was necessary.  WHAT?! THAT'S THE FUNNEST PART!  With a little arm-twisting, we agreed to shoot a few bridals, for funzies, while Sierra's Mom and Sister were in town. 

After Sierra's bridal shower just weeks before the wedding, the four of us hopped in the car and drove nearly 2 hours to the Little Sahara Sand Dunes.  I'd heard of this place, I'd seen photos, but I didn't actually know where I was going or how easy it would be to find a place to shoot.  The drive there felt like eternity, but, eventually we made it and boy did we fall in love

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We rolled up, popped a bottle of champagne, and let the good times roll.  We laughed, so, hard.  We each took our turns falling in the sand.  Sierra got more sand/dirt/debris on her dress than any bride would ever want before their wedding day, and didn't bat an eye.  

I'm so grateful at the opportunity to shoot this beautiful girl, and her amazing family.  As it turns out, shooting life events ain't half bad. 

With love,
- K


A Day on a Sled

You know, I consider myself to be very fortunate for the amount of traveling I've been able to put under my belt in the last year.  I also consider myself lucky (and unlucky, because I miss her) that my sister lives in one of the most beautiful states I have ever been to.  My third, yes, THIRD, visit to Alaska this year brought with it the opportunity to shoot a new friend, Alex, and his Ski-Doo Summit 800 154', aka his snow machine.  I was incredibly excited. Really. 

We drove up to Hatcher Pass, and took off into the backcountry.  If you don't know me, understand this: I. LOVE. ADRENALINE.  Of course my heart started pumped when Alex hit the throttle, and the ski's went flying into the air.  Boy, I get giddy just thinking of it.  

Sure enough, we found a few powder fields/faces that had yet to be touched.  He'd take off to test them, to make sure we weren't in any danger of avalanches, and come back to get me into position.  That's when the real fun started.  I could tell he was having a blast, carving left, wheeling up mountains, you name it.  Then he offered to let me ride his sled.  My answer?  YES. 

Now, I ride motorcycles all the time, but this was a completely different feeling.  I couldn't quite adjust to the idea that if you fall off, you're not going to be shredded by pavement &/or ran over by traffic.  You just kind of get tossed into fluffy snow, and then you get back on and keep going.  I'm sure that's not always the case, but this day it was, and it was awesome. A few minutes into me riding around, Alex stops me and says, "Go over there, come to a complete stop, then slam the throttle".  The kid is trying to get me to do wheelies on my first day!  Well, of course I try it, and I felt like I was straight up and down. WHAT A RUSH.  Shortly after, I saw a video he took.  Believe me, it was nothing impressive.  But, it was a blast. 

We rode around for a while, stopping a few different times to shoot photos. I could not have asked for a better experience.  Not only was I in a completely gorgeous place, with good company, trying new things, doing something I love...but I was challenged. Have you tried shooting action in snow?  It's not the easiest.

Thanks, Alex, for everything.