#Tent in quarantino pdf

That may change at any moment: Bonnaroo, which had previously been scheduled for mid-June, announced earlier that it would now be held September 24th through 27th. As of now, all of the remaining tour dates for Isbell’s spring tour are on the books, with the tour currently slated to resume in late May at the Boston Calling festival. The singer-songwriter’s new album, Reunions, is still slated for release on May 15th. “Tickets that have already been purchased will be valid for the new shows,” Isbell said in a tweet on Wednesday. Ugh.Jason Isbell has announced that his four March tour dates, in Alabama, Georgia, and Florida, are officially being rescheduled for later in the year. And then I throw ten pounds of camera gear on top of that. I try to do the same, shaving ounces wherever I can. Most non-photographers’ priority on the trail is simply to reduce weight, to make the trek easier over the miles at high elevation. What to bring? What to leave behind? Pure agony.

My everyday camera backpack has about 30 pounds of metal and glass in it, but clearly I couldn’t bring all of that if I was also packing all my stuff for living on the trail. When a photographer goes backpacking, it can be a real conflict of interests. So much better than carrying a huge foldout map that contains more area than I need, like I would have years ago. Modern technology is great for stuff like this.

#Tent in quarantino pdf

I mapped my route for this adventure using Gaia GPS, which can produce a customized map of any area, and generated a PDF file which I printed on a single piece of 8.5x11 paper and then laminated, to keep in my backpack as a failsafe in case all our navigation devices decided to die. So off we went, me from Boston, Mark from Kansas City, with masks and hand sanitizer and some ginormous backpacks, for what would probably be my last trip for quite a while. And as the world changed around us, ebbing and flowing with every week, we changed our minds about pursuing this adventure seemingly as often, all the way up to June, one month before our departure, when we finally committed to it once and for all. Mark and I had actually made our back-country reservations six months in advance, before Covid was even on our radar. While in theory, this leaves me with more time, the same travel restrictions and closures that have affected my work meant that an ambitious backpacking trip would be even more of a challenge this year than any other year. Of course, in the one year where all of those things vanish into non-existence, The “Covid Year,” a business like mine that is based on travel is forced to scale back tremendously and do what it can much closer to home (and for a while, operate literally from the home). In a typical year, this type of “serious” backpacking trip is something that I don’t often get a chance to do, between my normally busy work schedule of photo tours, scouting for potential new tours, and selling my images at art shows across New England.

All that mattered up here were the mountains, the clear, crisp air at 12,000 feet elevation, and the unforgettable light. This was the summer I finally made it, as my trusty backpacking buddy Mark and I overcame the odds and the logistical hurdles of travel during this strange time for our country and the world, and trekked our way into an alpine fantasy land in the High Sierra of California. But it's been a long-time dream of mine to reach this one particular, obscure spot: Dusy Basin, deep in Kings Canyon National Park. Over the years, I've gone backpacking in some of our nation's most spectacular outdoor destinations, including the Tetons, the Olympic rainforest, the Great Smoky Mountains, and the Colorado Rockies.