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Grand Teton and Yellowstone and Glacier

Gina Talley January 11, 2023

In August 2021, I took a plane for the first time since January 2020. Throughout the pandemic, my trips were within driving distance and limited. But, vaccinated and all, we thought it was possible to take a real vacation within the United States. Despite the newspaper articles about overly crowded National Parks, we planned a trip to visit Grand Teton, Yellowstone, and Glacier.

Flying to Salt Lake City made the most sense for the route. We started in SLC for one night. After coffee at Publik Coffee Roasters, we wandered around the eerie and empty Temple Square. The Mormon Temple was under construction but still looming.

Food and alcohol wise, the SLC Reddit revealed that there's a real fast-food burgers scene and strange alcohol laws. That first night we hit the Crown Burgers drive-thru and went to Fischer Brewing Company. Breweries can't serve beers over 5% ABV on draft; perhaps relatedly, I don't think I had any memorable Utah beer.

The next day we set out for Grand Teton. It's a four-and-a-half-hour drive. We stopped in Garden City, UT, for a raspberry shake. I was checking Google reviews to find the best place for shakes and saw a review from a woman I know from Instagram via the film photography community; she and her husband are retired and switched to RV life. I messaged her, we laughed at the smallness of the world, and she offered a few recommendations for Glacier.

In Grand Teton, we stayed a bit north and east in Moran. Before heading to the motel, we stopped in Jackson for BBQ at Bubba's Bar-B-Que Restaurant (very good). The following day we woke up before sunrise to avoid traffic and take a six-mile hike in the park. The smoke from several wildfires made the conditions overcast, but the venture was still gorgeous and quiet. We drove to the Grand Teton Lodge in the afternoon and had beers as an unreal thunderstorm rolled through.

Early the next morning, we stopped at Leeks Marina on the way north to Yellowstone. We took the south entrance into Yellowstone before heading west out of the park. Staying within Yellowstone is limited and requires too much planning, even for me. So we stayed in the tiny touristy town of West Yellowstone, MT. In town, we saw signs for the Smoking Waters Mountain Man Rendezvous and stopped by their strange gathering. I'm not sure what was being celebrated, but there were hides and rocks and drums.

Since getting into the park before sunrise worked for Teton, we kept with that plan for the rest of the trip. We made it to trailheads in the dark and were the only ones on the trail. The first morning was Fairy Falls Trail and Grand Prismatic Springs, and a stop at Old Faithful on the way out, and the second was Uncle Tom's Trail to Artist Point. One afternoon, we drove up to Big Sky, MT; we went to Beehive Basin Brewing and stopped for some of the best BBQ I've ever had at Riverhouse BBQ in Gallatin Gateway, MT.

Next, we drove six and a half hours to Kalispell, MT. Again, staying in Glacier is limited, so I found an Airbnb about 45 minutes from the west entrance. On the long drive to Kalispell, we stopped at the small mining down to Anaconda, MT, Evel Knievel's grave in Butte, MT, and the Garden of One Thousand Buddhas in Arlee, MT.

The first morning we hiked Avalanche Trail. The entire hike up was in the dark and surprisingly crowded. If we had been any later, we wouldn't have found parking at the trailhead. On my photo friend's recommendation, the following day, we drove to the east side of the park to East Glacier Park Village. We hiked around Two Medicine Lake; we were the only people for hours. We followed the wrong trail at one point, and I learned I could not ford a creek with several cameras. That hike was gorgeous and positively Fall-like for mid-August. The difference between the two sides of the park was striking; the west side of Glacier seemed like the Rockies, but the west side of the park side felt more like Acadia in Maine.

That afternoon, we walked around a rainy Kalispell. We went to Big Mountain Ciderworks, Bias Brewing, and Kalispell Brewing Co. I can't quite liken Kalispell to anywhere else I've been; perhaps a little bit like Flagstaff.

After Glacier, we drove through Idaho and stayed one night in Salmon, ID. That drive took a bit longer than expected since some roads were only gravel, and we had to turn around. The night in Salmon was to break up the long drive to southern Idaho. But, Salmon was quirky and pleasant.

The next stop was two nights in Sun Valley. We visited Hemingway's Grave on the first day and stopped at Sawtooth Tap Room and Sun Valley Brewing Co. The following day we went to Craters of the Moon. My brother took a cross-country road trip after college and sent me postcards from every stop. Craters was one of the many places I had always wanted to visit because of his photos. Caves (and bats) and spatter cones make it one of the most unique geological places I've been to in the US.

After Sun Valley, we went back to SLC for two nights. During the day, we tried to drive to Spiral Jetty and Sun Tunnels, but we didn't make it. The gravel roads were too rough, and there was no cell phone service. On the last night in SLC, we met up with one of my favorite former students and her boyfriend. It was lovely to catch up with her after many years of emails.

In all, the trip was days and days of new sights and places. I visited two states I had yet to go to: Wyoming and Utah. I shot fourteen rolls of 35mm and nineteen rolls of medium format. After seventeen months of a pandemic, all of it was welcome.

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Hawaii, So Long Ago

Gina Talley November 22, 2022

Back in the "before times," back in the "before so many things happened" times, I went to Hawaii. Also, I'm certain I wrote this blog post once before and lost it.

In October 2019, I went to Hawaii for the second time. I had been there before, in 2002. My dad and I went to Maui on a high school graduation trip. He went for work, so I joined, missed a week of school in January, and slept through most of the trip in a very teenage fashion. I don't remember the flights; I'm sure I slept. I remember sleeping in until 11:30; I don't recall the afternoons. I remember nice dinners, sunsets, and fresh fish. But that is about it. So, I was happy to return and remember what happened.

On this trip, the purpose was to visit a few islands, since the idea of relaxing on one island wasn't appealing, and make the most of the time spent so far away. We managed to visit three islands: Oahu, Moloka'i, and Maui. We planned four days on Oahu, four days on Moloka'i, and five days on Maui.

We landed very late and stayed in Honolulu the first night. Jet-lagged, we ventured to Waikiki Brewing. The next day we drove to the island's western side to stay in a yurt with an outdoor shower/bathroom. I wanted to get out of the more touristy areas, so we stayed in Waialua. We took a hike along Ka'ena Point Trail and passed no one. We drove the North Shore and stopped at Giovanni's Shrimp Truck. We had a fantastic sushi dinner at Banzai Sushi Bar. And there was a rainy, sleepless night of jumping cockroaches in the yurt. But I wouldn't change the yurt part. The next day, we drove along the North Shore to stay one night in Hailua. On the way, we stopped at the Valley of the Temples Park.

The next day, we took a small, tiny plane to Moloka'i. The whole thing was unlike any other plane experience I've ever had; there was barely any security, the terminal was outdoors, and you could see everything. I did extensive research on the safety record of the airline. They advertise having two pilots and that they are always within the distance of being able to glide to a landing. I decided to trust that information.

After a short flight, we landed in Moloka'i: Population 7500. The car rental "agency" told us which car (a 2001 Chevy Tracker), where to find it, and that the keys would be underneath the mat. The car started, and kind of made it up hills. Since there are limited food options on the island, our first stop was a grocery store before venturing to the Airbnb. We chose the island since most people don't visit it; the majority of the island is abandoned or uninhabited. The Airbnb was one of the few places to stay: a timeshare community amongst other abandoned and falling apart portions of the resort. The feel, complete with turkey vultures, was eerie, but we went there to take a break from the touristy bookends of the trip.

During the days, we explored the island and abandoned sites. The most beautiful part was a drive to Halawa Park, on the island's east side. Most of the population lives on the west side, so this venture was a bit off-road and deserted. It is a much better and less crowded "Road to Hana." One day we hiked to an abandoned glamping resort. Otherwise, there was little to do. On the last day, we stopped at the Moloka'i Museum and Cultural Center.

After the flight to Maui, we stopped in Paia at the Paia Fish Market for the best meal of the trip. It was so good we stopped again before our flight home. The first night we stayed in a home in the Upcountry area. The purpose was to see the sunrise at Haleakalā National Park; I had chosen the Airbnb because it was about as close as possible to the National Park entrance. I booked the sunrise entrance tickets two months to the day, since tickets sell out. After the trip, I made friends with the Airbnb owner. I had done some "research" on her and found that she was a musician from the 1960s. When we returned, I bought her album on vinyl, and we emailed for a few months. To get to sunrise over the volcano, we woke up at least two hours before dawn and drove less than an hour to the entrance. Our host loaned us jackets, gloves, blankets, and thermoses for coffee in the morning. We arrived early, staked out a front-row spot, and waited.

After sunrise, we did the thing that is entirely not recommended by any travel websites about Maui: see the sunrise on Haleakalā and drive to Hana. But I couldn't figure out a way to avoid it. On my first visit to Maui, my dad and I drove the Road to Hana. All I knew from that experience was that I didn't want to venture out and back on the same day. So, we planned a night in Hana. On the way, we stopped at the Garden of Eden, a food truck spot for shrimp and tacos, Keane Lookout, Waianapanapa State Park, and only encountered tons of traffic towards the very end. We tried to drive past Hana, but the road became more precarious and stressful and not worth it at that time of day. Back in Hana, we went to the only nice restaurant in town. The "hostel"/Airbnb was something (read: lots of ants), but options are limited in Hana.

The following day, we drove to an Airbnb in Lahaina. Our plans were limited there. We went ziplining, found Kalua Pork, Loco Moco, went to Kohola Brewery, a Vodka distillery, and Maui Winery. We rode bikes to Lahaina and watched the sunset from different beaches.

The goals were to take photos and explore. Ultimately, we did those things while trying to be less of a tourist. Next time, hopefully, I'll visit the big island and Kauai.

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Louisville & Nashville Roadtrip, No. 2

Gina Talley May 2, 2021

For work purposes, I returned to Louisville, KY, in June 2019. I'd been three times before, but it had been two years since my last trip. I was excited to return to this lovely, underrated small city. In short, Louisville has endless character and bourbon. 

As I did in 2015, I decided to make this venture a road trip. So, I drove eleven hours from Philly to Louisville. Making the trip even longer, I set out early to explore portions Blue Ridge Parkway: a part of Virginia I had never seen. I jumped on the parkway in Front Royal and spent a few hours taking photos before heading west. With many hours left to drive, I made a few stops in West Virginia to break up the trip: antique stores and the Blenko Glass Factory in Milton, WV.

Louisville has grown up since I first visited in 2014. The NuLu area is much more developed. There's a new pocket of restaurants in Butchertown. And the Highlands is even busier than it was years ago. There's still not much downtown, but I did find a good coffee shop: Sunergos Coffee. I stayed very low-key during my work week; I went to yoga and took a few photos. 

After my last day of work, I carried out a rather strange plan to drive four hours, and one time zone, west to St. Louis to go to a Phish concert by myself. I've been to a few shows alone, and I enjoy it. I had a ticket for a rearview seat, but I didn't care. It was my 40th show in 22 years. I dropped my luggage and cameras at my hotel and took an Uber to the show. The city had great energy, as their hockey team was in the Stanley Cup Finals. The crowd and the show were fantastic.

The following day, after grabbing pastries at Nathaniel Reid Bakery, I picked up my partner in crime at the airport and set out for a quick food-based exploration of St. Louis. We started with barbecue at Pappy's Smokehouse and custard at Ted Drews. Then, we did our best with brief stops for photos at the Jewel Box (a gorgeous greenhouse constructed in 1936, in Forest Park) and the Arch. Next, we ordered take-out pizza at an Imo's location. Imo's is a regional "pizza" style that is hard to describe as pizza: the crust is cracker-thin, and Provel (a combination of cheddar, swiss, and provolone) cheese is the highlight. It was like a variation on Dominos; I didn't hate it, but I'd only eat it if there were no other options for pizza. (sorry, St. Louis).

Next, we returned to Louisville for two nights. On our way east, we stopped at an 1800s utopian community in New Harmony, Indiana. I've had an obsession with utopian communities for a very long time. After teaching about New Harmony for years, I was excited to see the actual town. The community was short-lived (1825-1827), but the site has been preserved and, seemingly, become a spot for modern art/architecture. There's a Philip Johnson "Roofless Church" (1960) and a Richard Meier building, the "Athenum" (1979). While the visitor center was closed, we walked around the small town and took photos. Ominously overcast, the feeling was odd. 

Back in Louisville, we returned my favorite spots: Holy Grale beer bar, Rye (now permanently closed), and Butchertown Grocery. In between bourbon tours at Buffalo Trace, Willet, and Woodford Reserve, we stopped in Lexington for a Kentucky Hot Brown sandwich. 

Following the same path as my road trip six years ago, our next stop was Nashville. On the drive to Nashville, we stopped at the Kentucky Stonehenge (Munfordville, KY) and the Historic Wigwam Motel. Village no. 2 (Cave City, KY). These Wigwam Motels are classic 1930s/40s Americana. There were seven locations in the hotel chain, but only three have avoided demolition. While I have visited the Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, AZ, I still need to see Village no. 7 in Rialto, CA. 

In Nashville, we started with Hattie B's fried chicken. I went to Prince's the last time, and their original location was closed due to a fire. We revisited a lovely coffee shop, Barista Parlour, and checked into our Airbnb in East Nashville. With Bird scooters everywhere, we could easily walk to bars and scoot back home. We visited Mas Tacos Por Favore, Attaboy cocktail bar, and The Pharmacy. A dinner at Folk was especially memorable; since it's been more than a year since my last meal inside a restaurant, I think fondly of these special indoor meals.

The next stop was Asheville. On the way, we visited the World's Fair Park in Knoxville, TN. With only a quick one-night stop in Asheville, we focused on breweries: Thirsty Monk, Burial Beer Co., and Wicked Weed Brewing. The following day, we woke up early to drive the nine hours home. Our only stop was a Waffle House somewhere in Virginia.

In all, this was an excellent road trip. I can't wait for the next one: hopefully this summer.

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Anba Ikeda, Bergger Pancro 400

Anba Ikeda, Bergger Pancro 400

CA Central Coast

Gina Talley October 8, 2020

I've always joked that historians should pick research subjects based upon a well-located archive. For the first time, I had a desirable place to go for a week of research: San Luis Obispo (SLO). I've been to various parts of California, but never the Central Coast. The closest I've been was a road trip through the region, seventeen years ago. In May 2019, I flew to San Luis Obispo and stayed for the workweek; then, I spent the weekend in Cambria, not far up the coast.

I arrived on a quiet, sunny Sunday afternoon. With some time before check-in, I decided to take a drive to Carrizo Plain National Monument; there had been a superbloom a few months earlier. I knew the flowers had passed, but the desolate drive through rolling hills and farms to a dry lake was the perfect way to move from the east coast to the vast expanses of the west coast. I stopped for photos, the only car for miles. While observations about space and time are somewhat overwrought, I'm always struck by how much distance one can travel in a day. To wake up in Philly and end up in the middle of California before sunset; I miss that feeling of escape and possibility.

Monday through Friday, I went to the library at Cal Poly to research Julia Morgan. She was California's first licensed female architect, best known for the design of Hearst Castle. My Airbnb was within walking distance of downtown SLO. As I do wherever I go, I found a coffee shop to walk to in the morning and a yoga studio for after the workday. With the sun setting later, I took photos at various spots up and down the coast during the golden hour. The town is quaint but modern: a completely temperate and livable locale.

After a week of research, I drove about 45 minutes up the coast to Cambria. I had planned to stay for the weekend to visit Hearst Castle on Saturday. While I stopped at Hearst Castle on the aforementioned road trip, all the tours were booked, so we kept driving north. This time, I planned far in advance. Cambria is a small town off Route 1. I found an Airbnb above a garage, in a hilly neighborhood, with a deck. I graded final exams, practiced yoga, walked the beach, and relaxed for the first time in months.

One sunset by the ocean, I had a friendly photo interaction with a man who saw me with my 4x5 camera. Quite respectfully, we didn't chat until after the sun dipped below the horizon. He was in town on a car club trip, and he gave me his card: "Let me know if anything comes out." A year and many emails later, a photo of that sunset is hanging on the wall in his San Diego home. He also sent me his father's camera and lenses: a Voigtlander Prominent rangefinder. While I may not seem terribly inviting of conversation, a large-format camera always opens up the possibility of an interesting interaction.

On Saturday, I drove up to Hearst Castle. I took a tour of the interiors. Afterward, you can stay as long as you like on the grounds. I spent a few hours taking photos right in the middle of the day. Some of my photos are near shadowless. It was quite exciting to tour the site designed by the women whose papers and files I had spent a week reading.

I didn't have anything planned for Sunday. I left myself time to grade final exams, but I had finished them throughout the week. After submitting final grades, I decided to drive two and a half hours up to Big Sur. I remembered it from the previous road trip, but I wanted to take my own drive. I didn't drive a mile on that trip (at nineteen with an ex-boyfriend), so I was retracing steps and rewriting the story. I stopped at Big Sur Taphouse for lunch and beers. On the way back, I took my time and stopped at pull-offs; this is much easier on the southbound trip. After hours of driving, I took a quick rest but went back out to photography my last sunset on the west coast.

The next day, I stopped at Libertine Brewing Company for lunch in Morro Bay and the Madonna Inn (a recommendation from a photographer whose work I admire) on the way to the SLO airport. The Madonna Inn is a famous, kitschy place. I had coffee and carrot cake and marveled at the step back in time. Next time, I'll spend a night there. Indeed, at this point in 2020, I can't wait for any kind "next time."

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Crown Graphic 4x5, Velvia100 / Oljato-Monument Valley, AZ

Crown Graphic 4x5, Velvia100 / Oljato-Monument Valley, AZ

Arizona Revisit

Gina Talley June 25, 2020

Monument Valley is an indescribable place. As soon as I saw the red-sandstone rock formations appear out of nowhere, I knew I wanted to return. A few times in my life, I have visited a place and felt an immediate, inexplicable connection. This perception may be a side effect of my profession; I can imagine a place in the past: the landscapes, the attire, the architecture, or lack thereof. I tell my students that I have difficulty watching period pieces or reading historical fiction because I know what's inaccurate. But, perhaps this knowledge of the past helps me connect to a place.

I first visited Monument Valley in January 2018 on a road trip through the southwest. One sunset and one sunrise were not enough. When a yoga training took me to Tucson for Spring Break, I knew I wanted to return to this enchanting space. But, to visit such a faraway location requires planning.

After taking the earliest flight, amid a snowstorm, from Philly to Phoenix, we rented a car and began the five-hour drive north to the remote Arizona/Utah border. Given that it was late February, I knew that we were cutting it close on arriving by sunset. With no stops after a quick breakfast in Phoenix, we caught golden hour on the buttes. We pulled over on RT 163, approaching the town. The sunset was clear, and the color palette was unique to the desert.

In the Navajo Nation Reservation, there aren't many places to stay. Last time we booked a solar-powered tiny home. This time we stayed in a traditional Navajo Hogan without electricity or running water. A Hogan is an eight-sided, one-room structure, constructed of logs and then covered with mud for insulation. There's a hole in the top of the dome for the stovepipe's chimney, and the one door faces the sunrise. The Navajo woman who owns the property met us upon arrival; she already had the woodstove roaring.

At sunrise, we took a quick drive to the iconic south-facing highway view of the monuments; it's the one everyone knows from films. But the morning was cloudy and grey. We went back to the Hogan, and the lovely owner cooked us traditional frybread (a deep-fried dough bread) for breakfast. Next, we drove to the Navajo Nation's Monument Valley Tribal Park: a 17-mile scenic, dirt-road drive through the formations. On our last trip, we didn't have time for the four-hour drive. The park wasn't crowded at all, so we took our time and hoped that the clouds would burn off.

After several hours in the park, we drove south to Flagstaff. As a part of another revisit, we stayed two nights in the snowy, hippie, mountain town. I choose an Airbnb that was downtown and easy walking distance to breweries and restaurants. The weather forecast wasn't promising; it poured on our only full day in town. But, we managed a clear-enough sunrise at the Lowell Observatory that overlooks the town, and a foggy, imperceptible sunset at the Arizona Snowbowl Ski Resort.

On the way back to Phoenix, we stopped at Arcosanti. I've visited twice before, but I can't seem to resist this architectural, mysterious oasis in the desert. The last time we stayed overnight in one of their Airbnbs. I would have booked it again, but there was no availability. Instead, we made a quick stop for photos. Next, in Phoenix, we stopped at Cosanti Originals, a gallery and store for Paolo Soleri designs, as well as James Turrell's Skyspace, "Air Apparent," on ASU's campus. Visiting Turrell's work at sunrise or sunset is always best. The light progression is more interesting when the sky changes color too. We made it for sunset and had the whole structure to ourselves. Next, for dinner, we had pizza at one of my favorite pizza places in the US: Pizzeria Bianco.

The next morning, I drove from Phoenix to Tucson for a week of yoga training. I hadn't been to Tucson before, but I had a feeling it would be my style. Mountains surround the city, and the grid felt familiar. Every morning I woke up early to drive around at sunrise. I'd travel from east to west, with the sun behind me and pull over wherever to take photos. There were more cloudy mornings than not, but I didn't care. It's always a gift to have the freedom and time to take photos in new places. Once the golden hour was over, I'd stop at Cartel Coffee Lab to do work before the yoga day began.

On the last day, I stopped at a Blake's Lotaburger (a southwest only, fast-food chain with excellent green-chili burgers), DeGrazia Gallery in the Sun, a cactus nursery, lingered in thrift stores, and drove through Saguaro National Park during an overcast sunset. After the drive back to Phoenix, I stopped at Pizzeria Bianco for another pizza. I have an odd propensity to grab an excessive meal before a flight. I can talk myself into "one more" anything if I'm far from home. At this point, when the idea of a restaurant seems so far away, I'm certainly glad I did. Visits and revisits alike are luxuries.

Pentax67, Acros100 / Mayer, AZ

Pentax67, Acros100 / Mayer, AZ

Crown Graphic 4x5, Portra400 / Mexican Hat, UT

Crown Graphic 4x5, Portra400 / Mexican Hat, UT

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Olympus Mju2, Kodak Gold 400 / Tucson, AZ

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