For over a decade now I've lived with Mt Hood looming on the distant horizon. The massive scale shapes the morning sun as its rays ascend over the tall dormant volcano. Its an obvious land mark to anyone bothering to look up from their own two feet. Since those first days my curiosity had me wondering what lies beyond the safe borders of lodges and developed roadways, high up at the timberline and beyond.Read More
2016 was a years of immense ups and downs. When it comes to work i'm extremely appreciative to having work with some creative and innovative people. Filming within the Portland city limits, as well as the high elevation landscape of Mt Hood on this particular project, I collaborated with a crew of talented photographers, stylists, designers and models to create images and coinciding videos for Polartec's Annual Apex Awards.
Being able to work with a lifestyle I am passionate about is something I feel lucky to do. I was able to work along side the Frank creative team as well as the photography team to reimagine a contrasting world of cyborgs and technology in a natural environment, adding an extra element of motion to the images. Definitely on my list of memorable projects I've been a part of. I'm looking forward to many more projects like this in the upcoming year. Check out The Apex Awards to see the finish project.
Something many might not know about me is I come from Portugese decent. My last name lays claim to that. Beyond that fact I can't say much more about my heritage. We don't celebrate our backgrounds that much in my family, being we are a mixed bag of different ethnic nationalities, but the Portugese stands out to me as an important part of me anyways. I've always considered visiting Portugal, although it was never more than a passing thought. When Jen one day brought up her idea to visit the lesser visited southwestern coastal country it perked my curiosity. Then she mentioned the strong surf culture and I was more than convinced. With tickets booked, places to stay lined up, and a smattering of portugese phrases learned we took off over the arctic circle towards warmer, dryer climates.
We lined up a good overall experience staying a few days in a small coastal fishing town of Peniche, a few days at the surf mecca Ericeira, home of the world surf reserve, and a few days in the bustling capital of Lisbon. With some day trips to other cultural hubs like Porto and Cintra we took in a lot of what Portugal had to offer up, each unique to the areas and people that called them home. A glimpse into life in portugal can be seen in these images, but nothing less than making the pilgrimage yourself can really show you just how enticing Portugal really is. Getting back to our roots is a journey we should all take at least once in our lives.
Deep in the southwest, far from the interstate freeways, single lane roads pass through small, virtually desolate towns littered with americana artifacts. Even further beyond them waits a landscape that seems to contradict itself.Read More
The warm days are gaining a foot hold in the Pacific Northwest, bringing more hospitable opportunities to get outside and enjoy the wild places in our very backyard. Along with warmer days comes chances to spend time with great friends, old and new, exploring new spaces and the ones we may have forgotten for a while. It doesn't take much. We don't have to venture very far to find what we are looking for. Lakes and rivers fed by the glaciers melting on the ridges and peaks above, waterfalls battering the river rocks beneath, deep amber glows of the firewood burning, ancient giants standing as groves of trees; this is my happy place...
Here are a few photos from the adventures over the last couple weeks.Read More
I can't really put my finger on it, but somehow over the last decade Canada has eluded me in all except one occasion on a trip up to Vancouver. There it is, just to the north, with all its majestic forests, mountains, and coast line. 10 years since I've moved to the northwest plans were finally made to head beyond the borders, crossing the pudget sound for Vancouver Island.Read More
Any rider who has picked up a shovel, gripped a hammer, or spent time looking over fences for an at least partially emptied pool can attest to the unspoken rules of “respect the efforts of others” and “no help, no ride” (or at least “ask before you partake”). These are the basic golden rules we all abide by, because we know it takes an enormous amount of resources and effort to create those trails, pump the water out of those pools, and form those concrete transitions we all enjoy so much. And nowhere is this code of conduct more relevant than at Burnside.Read More
For a while winters meant down time away from my favorite nature spots. An occasional day up at Timberline or Ski Bowl getting turns in on the snowboard maybe, but not much after that. Last year I decided to change that, with some moderate success. Hikes were happening and even a few overnights, but it was more spots below snow line in the safety of the valleys. But this winter, this winter is on a whole new level. Places usually reserved for warm summer days high up on Mt. Hood have now become my winter playground. I'm not sure, maybe it is the newly acquired splitboard, someone willing to join me on these brutal expeditions in the cold, or just the better side of El Nino give us a huge snowpack in the Pacific Northwest.Read More
I'm looking at year 10 since Oregon became my home. A decade in and I'm still blown away by what Oregon, and the Pacific North West in general hold in the wildlands that blanket the region. From the moment land begins to surface on the coastline, all the way into the high desert east of the craggy Cascade Range, the views are constantly transforming.Read More
There have been a few moments on here where I have seemed MIA. This is not for lack of effort. Recently I have had some exciting opportunities to work together with some incredible people promoting some great causes with videos. Both of the projects, The Watershed Research Cooperative and Driftwood Magazine were successful in bringing their messages to the public. For instance, the Watershed Research Cooperative video was used to highlight one of the most extensive research projects in existence, discussing the impacts of timber harvest on headwater streams and the life within them. Frank Creative, the people behind the scenes on this project were some of the best people to work with.
Driftwood magazine came to me asking for help with their Kickstarter video, which is key to running a successful campaign. With the video and rewards offered Driftwood magazine was able to receive enough support and as you read this the first printed edition is in the works. You can see the video and read more about their campaign at Driftwood Magazine.
Working with both of these groups was such an amazing experience for me and allowed me to bringing my creativity to causes I believe in. Lets see if we can keep projects like these coming to the blog more often.
One of my motivations for first picking up a camera was to share with the rest of the world all the interesting people who have been an inspiration to me in one form or another. My latests project involved two perfect examples of this. Collaborating with Pusher Bmx Shop, rider owned and ran with the concept of giving back to the local scenes, I was given the chance to film two good friends, Nic Bonner and Preston Levi Solis. Originally the plan was to film with Preston, but after finding out Nic had recently moved back to town and getting some daily sessions in with Preston like days long past I couldn't pass up the chance to involve him in the project. One thing I learn repeatedly is to let the story develop itself organically. The addition of Nic meant some hilarious antics and some badass colorado sessions. From the variety of clips and b reel we filmed together over a long weekend in May putting together a compelling story seemed to work out better than could be expected. Projects like this are ones that motivate me to grow and learn more, to further tell a more inspiring story.
I'm laying claim to it right now, declaring this the year of the hammock. This is a simple concept, but maybe not such a simple task to conquer. Any of my time spent overnight in the elements will be spent stretched out in a hammock, at least whenever possible. The benefits are pretty clear to me already; comfort, light weight, quick to set up, second use as a hanging seat. But, there are lots of possible problems and obstacles in the way including weather, and terrain. Here is a good video of one setback on the first overnight of the year.
[video_lightbox_youtube video_id="hLDOz7VVRKk&rel=0" width="640" height="480" auto_thumb="1"] But I won't be deterred so easily. Like any other time we fail at something, we pick ourselves up an try again. Perseverance is necessary when you take on a task with as many obstacles as this. The Lewis river hike brought out this fact. An incredibly scenic hike on the southeast side of Mount St helens, the Lewis river offers several iconic northwest waterfalls, as well as some enormous old growth forests. Anthony Buglio, Ben Lyons and myself made the 2.5 hour trip out to the Lower Lewis River Falls, where the trail begins. Many people may question why anyone would go backpacking during some of the coldest and definitely most wet months of the year. That is exactly why we went backpacking. The three of us decided we needed a night out braving the elements and attempting to blindly ignore the cold, wet climate. It was a Worst Day of the Year kind of hike.
Its was a chilly and damp start as we headed up river away from the lower falls and campground. The trail was clear of snow and ice for the first portion, but what it lacked in winter elements it made up by ways of washouts and fallen widow makers (large, heavy limbs). Before we reached the middle falls we were detoured out towards a fire road and around back to the trail. We didn't catch site of it, but the signs along the trail mentioned a large mudslide that wiped out the trail. The hike around added about a mile, but brought us past some side falls and dense forests of massive Doug Firs. We found our way back to our original path just in time to catch a glimpse of middle falls.
Soon after enjoying a break at the bottom of middle falls we started back up the switchbacks heading further up the river. This was the area we began to see sites of winter. Areas of the trail had patches of snow or piles of fist size chunks of ice. The overcast never cleared up that day but our spirits remained high as we continued up the trail in search of a good spot for camp. Soon we came to a couple areas where the trees thinned out and the ground leveled close to the river. Old growth stands that survived the last timber boom up in this area stand as monuments of the strength of nature if left to flourish on its own.
A couple inspections later and we found our home base for the night. No time for the weary though as we dropped off our bags and finished the hike up to the Upper Lewis River falls, which remained visible from our camp site, through the bare limbs of the brush on the river bed.
The volume of water cascading over the rocky edge of the falls everyday is staggering. This makes for some amazing scenery, but as we learned later that night it also creates a big obstacle for our campsite not far down stream. With the temperatures getting down into the high 20s, low 30s we knew a fire would be an essential element to make tis trip a comfortable one. Ben brought some fire starters with this very idea in mind. It was hard to determine why exactly our failed attempts at creating fire were happening until the following day when breaking down the camp. The weather was clear the night before, yet anything out in the elements collected a layer of moisture we didn't have the day before. Apparently the power of the waterfall created a thin mist of water that constantly blanketed everything down river.
We persevered though, waking up the next day to pockets of sunlight breaking through the clouds. We made one last exploration up to the top of the falls and down to the base of it before packing up and heading home. The area around the Upper falls is a just reward for the short 4 miles each way, giving way to several sites of the Lewis River, waterfalls of varying sizes, and trees large enough to transport you to the land of the lost. During the more comfortable summer months this trail is known to be busy with day hikers and backpackers alike, but our trip only a few weeks into the new year meant we had more room for enjoyment outside the normal encroachment of human society. It was well worth the cold, damp night. And to be honest, I feel I had a comfortable sleep during the night, laying dry, suspended above the wet, cold ground. Chalk up the first trip of the year, the year of the hammock. I imagine its only going to get better.
http://youtu.be/jZmdLn_C1g8?list=UUNlYdrIaEC2c2H9r5Lbc3qg Recently I had the opportunity to help out an incredible cause by filming and editing a piece on Gracie, a beautiful Alpaca who draws your attention the very moment you lay eyes on her. As the organization behind the rescue of Gracie and the prosecution against her abuser, ALDF (Animal Legal Defense Fund) raised funds and provided various resources to help with the case. All in all Gracie was rescued with over 150 other Alpacas, but with Gracie's gentle demeanor and fascinating markings she was chosen to stand as an ambassador for all animals neglected and abused during National Justice For Animals week, and show how a battered beautiful being such as her can be given a second chance at a life of comfort and happiness. The project was filmed over the course of a month, in locations such as Cross Creek Alpaca Rescue and Portland ALDF offices. The video helps to bring awareness to the ALDF organization, the work they do for animals, and the need for people to stand up for these animals that lack a voice to express their pain and horror. Take a moment to visit these organizations online and understand more about who they are and how you can help.
It is an incredible experience to witness an idea come to fruition; a vision contemplated by two friends. For many of us in Portland we got to see this happen with our friends Patrick Dennehy and Matt Roveto in their creation of Blythe and Bennett Records, a small but influential record shop in the heart of the Belmont neighborhood. The transition from an empty store front to a completely functioning shop with bins stacked deep with records and posters blanketing the wall solidified their vision into a reality.
Almost a year later and Blythe and Bennett has found themselves at another milestone. The shops first big in store show with local band The Slutty Hearts recently happened, with a good size crowd coming out for the show.
This past year I was able to be on location of some of the most creative snowboard contests I have seen in a long time. Starting the season off right with a banked slalom contest at Mount Bachelor and ending with the latest Yobeat creation, Mogul Mayhem, in collaboration with Timberline Lodge. I haven't even seen a mogul run since my teenage years in the icy states of New England. The jam format, playlist of some 80's and 90's hits, and some of Â the Timberline park builder's skills created a good atmosphere and course for some mogul slashing. I am always psyched when I get a chance to capture one of these contests so when I had the chance toÂ edit this video of the day to go along with the photography of Jared Souney and camera work of Danny Kern I didn't pass it up. Really excited to see more contests like these in the future.
One of the reasons I was drawn to the northwest is the infinite amount of natural landscape; each one different than the next. Even in a lifetime a person would be hard pressed to see it all.Â
Eagle Creek lies 42 miles from Downtown Portland. It has been one of the staple locations to bring anyone coming to visit the area. Within the first 2 miles the hike offers some great vantage points over the river leading into the Columbia River Gorge and at least 3 waterfalls that deserve some time to appreciate.
Punchbowl is the most infamous waterfall on this hike. Cascading around 2 miles in it becomes a great destination for a short hike. For some years this has been as far as I have explored. When Ben talked about hiking eagle creek I saw the opportunity to venture further up river to Tunnel Falls.
After passing several other waterfalls, a few bridge crossings and what looks to be some promising camping spots for the near future we came to Tunnel Falls. At 165 ft. the water cascades from the forest above, streaming over an 8' by 6' tunnel which travels behind the falls. The trail continues on from here up to Wahtum lake. At almost 13 miles this would be an adventure for another day.Â
Eagle Creek trail to Tunnel Falls made for a good days hike, with several points of interest along the way.
The weather was cold at times, but remained dry and sunny for much of the day. After being further up river I know there will be more days spent up here exploring.
Thanksgiving comes around towards the end of every year. It is the time of year the seasons are in flux; people start to hunker down until the spring when everything comes alive again. After an intense amount of time spent working or in front of my computer I decided to spend the holiday exploring new terrain out in the forest instead. Considering the holiday and the end of the season I knew the trails would be light with traffic and escaping society would be easy, which is exactly what I wanted. It is always good practice to hike with a friend, so I was happy to hear Ben was looking for some similar solitude and decided to join me.
The hike was originally intended to be a little more than 6 miles up and back, but because we attempted a different route back we added a couple of miles and some time bushwhacking to cut across a valley back up to the correct trail from a different ridge. Silver Star gets its name from the pattern of ridges that descend from the summit, creating a star pattern. There is a loop trail that circles around the summit so one wrong choice in trails could lead a person to venture down the wrong ridge.
Silver Star summit has been on my radar for a few years now. Standing tall at 4,364' it is known for having some of the most jaw dropping views of the more well-known giants around it. Towards the north views of Mount St. Helens and Mount Rainier fill the void in the sky.
Towards the east, northeast direction Mount Adams stood alone.
Looking south you were greeted with some of the best views of Mount Hood in my opinion. Representing Oregon's wealth in natural landmarks Hood jets upwards and on a good day (not hazy or cloudy) Mount Jefferson can be seen standing to the south.
Sturgeon Rock sits below the summit on the western slope. On the hike up Grouse Trail we kept thinking this was our destination, but with the summit remaining hidden behind a few ridges we were wrong. Sturgeon rock adds some good foreground contrast to the many mountains that fade into the horizon.
Up on the summit we spent some time enjoying the Tofurkey, peas and corn I made the night before. On the lower summit we noticed another hiker who had similar ideas for the holiday. Sitting up there, taking in the 360 degree views of some of the northwest's largest natural monuments, I was giving thanks for the opportunities and inspirations that leadÂ to my adventure and the many other experiences that came before this. Knowing I am not alone in sharing this feeling gives me confidence for the future generations.
On friday, November 15 The (Vegan) Caterer, along with several other volunteers and sponsors came together to show support for Pigs Peace Sanctuary, located in Northwestern Washington. With a silent auction, great plant based food, educating and inspiring speeches, and an all around night of important discussions on animal welfare, the benefit was able to raise $4,082.90 for the sanctuary. This video shares a small piece of these speeches and dinner, along with footage from the sanctuary. For more information on this event and the sanctuary itself, including how you can volunteer or donate to Pigs Peace Sanctuary, follow the links below.
This blog was originally created for me to showcase some projects I have done or have contributed to. In anticipation for a much larger project I am hinting to now I want to include stories about other people who are inspiring and talented in a way I think should be noted. Kawehi is a good representation of this.
For now lets consider the D.I.Y aspect of her work. She gives her perspective on a song using loop pedals and different acoustics to create unique covers. Not only this, but she uses the power of vimeo to showcase it for everyone to see. There is no huge profit margin for this woman; just the absolute love for what she does. Set up shop in front of the camera, press record, begin to shape the audio, then share it with the world. Her use of Kickstarter to fund her projects is an incredible way for her to keep rights and control for her to decide. It also eliminates the middle man, allowing the audience to interact and to be a part of her work. All of these points show that the "do it yourself" attitude is one to be admired and learned from.
Beyond the fact she chose to create the music she has and document it on her own lets consider the work she actually has accomplished. I really appreciate the direction you can go when covering another song. You can play the cover almost completely unchanged, paying homage to the original artists; but when a person takes that cover song and puts in their little twists and shapes to bring a version of how that song sounds to them they can really come out with styles that may have not been considered before. There are those that should remain as not to be considered, but there absolutely are many that bring a song to life in a whole new way. Kawehi is the latter. Her renditions expand into new avenues by using stacked loops of harmony and beats interlaced with some great vocals. I suggest everyone following her and showing her support.
The Enchantment Lakes Basin is considered one of the best hikes in in the Northwest United States. Settling just outside the Bavarian themed town of Leavenworth, Washington you begin to realize the incredible diversity of the terrain with each mile driven on the way to the trail heads. The popularity of this area and the need for care and conservation has led to a lottery system for anyone who wishes to backpack in. Planning over 6 months in advance means you have time to prepare and plan for the journey. This also means you have very little control on what the conditions entail.Â
A couple years ago I was lucky enough to be granted a permit for Colchuck lake, which is one of the key spots to create a base camp for exploring the area, including what can be seen as the holy grail, The Upper Enchantment Lakes in the core. Our dates were timed well with extremely favorable conditions and picks for camping spots. This trip can be seen at Journey Into the Enchantments.
Moving onto present day I was able to get another permit for similar dates and following the same plan and trail path as we did before. Unfortunately 3 of my past companions weren't able to come along, which led to 4 new people signed up for the journey. In a much different pattern of events this time through we were only 2 hikers in number by time September 4 came along. Also, after researching the conditions a bit we realized we were going in under unfavorable conditions. Unlike before we found ourselves looking at 100% chance of rain and possibilities of scattered thundershowers. Usually in a case such as this it would be good to reconsider the plans and alter them for better conditions, but being as things are with such advance planning we decided to chance it anyways. Signs of a challenging adventure began to arise only half way to the Enchantments from Portland. Driving along the highway just north of Yakima the car began to shutter as the smell of torn rubber trailed close behind. The side walls of the front tire blew out and we came to a halt on the side of the road. A quick ten minuted change and an old spare secured to the car and we were on our way again. We pulled into the parking lot of the Stuart Lake Trailhead around eleven at night. This is where we would begin our journey early the following morning. Sleep was essential , but not until I got a few shots of the night sky.
At the time we didn't realize this would be the last time we saw completely clear skies for the rest of our trek. Within a few hours the first wave of heavy rain, and thunder and lightening began. "Good thing we weren't camping yet", is what we were considering. Early the next morning we climbed out of the car with the increasing light to prepare for the hike in to Colchuck Lake.
The heavy rain from the night before didn't cause too many issues on the trail in. A few puddles and looming clouds were all that remained. Soon after we started in I began to notice a stark difference from the last trip up here; the trail was empty of any other hikers. About 3 1/2 hours into the first part of our hike we arrived at Colchuck Lake. This alpine lake that sits just above 6,000 ft. in elevation would become base camp once again.
We found almost every camp site open, besides the ones occupied by backpackers from the night before.
Not long after we built camp I started to notice the numbers of other campers dwindling as they began to hike out. Soon we were all that remained; besides the hawks fishing in the lakes from above and the chipmunks who are less intimidated by people and more interested in what you may have for a snack.
As we explored the area around the lake and relaxed with the site of Enchantment Peak (8250') and Dragon Tail Peak (8,842') looming in the background we started to consider what was in store for us the following day.
Aasgard Pass sat in between these two giants, almost taunting us with breaks in the fog shining sunlight down on it. Josh, who made up the other half of our group sat with wonder at what we were about to attempt. We figured the bad weather for the day came early that morning and we would hopefully be waking up the next day to great weather. After a warm meal of trail tacos we climbed in the tents and laid down to sleep. Not long after the flashes of light began, followed by distant rolls of thunder. Within minutes the tent began to light up with flashes Â over and over again. Five seconds between some flashes, ten seconds between others, the site of the peaks being assaulted just outside the tent began to bring some concerns on. I considered maybe this is why we don't have any neighbors around the lake or on the trail with us. As the heavy rain began to batter the tents, the flashes becoming brighter and the thunder growing louder I realized there was not much else to do but lay down and hope for the best until it was over. After four hours of a constant attack and a few moments of sleep the storm finally passed. I took the time to assess the damage with the break in the rain to find channels of water passed by the edges of my tent leaving me unscathed. Josh wasn't so lucky and awoke the next day to a wet floor inside the tent. We considered ourselves lucky to witness such a dramatic scene and decided to prepare for our hike into the core.
The weather seemed to lighten up and besides the shroud of thick fog that rolled like a wave over the peaks we figured we may have a good opportunity to explore everything the core had to offer. The first, and most grueling step of the trip was the hike across a slippery boulder field and up Aasgard pass. The trail up the pass is a strenuous 2 mile hike with an elevation gain of about 2500'. The trail on a nice day can only be navigated by the cairns (rocks piled up for markers). By time we even found ourselves at the bottom of the pass we had already lost the trail a few times due to washouts and fast-moving streams that replaced the once worn in trail. The pass on this day was engulfed in thick fog and drizzling rain. We started up hoping for better weather to be waiting just over the top in the core.
As we continued on we noticed the rain was beginning to take a harder form and hail was the result. After a steep hike, sometimes requiring hand over hand climbing, we found ourselves cresting the top of the pass. We had a short opportunity to look down on the lake, just before the clouds once again filled the area. We continued deeper into the core considering the different areas we wanted to see. The dark clouds to the east created some skepticism, but after all that work we were not going to be turned around so easily. We pushed in a few miles, exploring the many glacial waterfalls and runoff that filled the aqua blue lakes.
The peaks jetted out of the clouds, looking down on us.
Within an hour we had noticed the weather rolling in and decided to set a limit. We would reach a point where the land cascades steeply into a lake on the far side of the core. At that point we would assess the situation again and start our hike back to the pass. Once again the weather had something else in mind. The minute we arrived at the point we were inundated with hail and freezing rain. It didn't take long before we decided to make a speedy walk back towards the pass. Within ten minutes the thunder and signs of lightning began to appear again. In the core you don't have too many, if any options for cover. Just large boulders and tall peaks remain as the last defense. In a short amount of time we found ourselves back at the top of Aasgard pass, where we stopped briefly to commemorate the days adventure and consider our accomplishments. Not long after we began to start the descent, battering our knees with every step we took. Not too far from the top we came across a group of four women with shorts, thin shirts and small packs making their way up. As this was the first sign of people we have seen in a day we stopped to warn them of what we came across up in the core. Even as the rain continued to fall the women decided to ignore our warning and push through to complete their long and strenuous day hike through the enchantments on a 16 mile loop. I hoped the weather improved for them, since even with our thick layers and rain gear we found ourselves becoming cold.
At the bottom of the pass we began to see other hikers pushing around the lake and passing it on the way up to the core. After a few conversations we found out about the severe weather warning issued by the forestry service the night before. Almost all of the people we came across had decided to forego the first night and wait for the better weather to roll in on the following day. Due to our wet gear and exhaustion from the bad weather we decided to rest up for an hour, pack up, and make our way down, opting out of the last night around Colchuck. Â Halfway down towards the trailhead the sun began to break through and shine down on the saturated trail. We laughed at the irony of the weather timing itself so well with our every move and discussed how lucky we were to be able to enjoy this mystical area, even with the harsh conditions we had. In one day we ascended 2500' and descended 5,000', along 12 miles of trails. That was one of the longest days I have had with a full pack on.
On the drive home Josh and I talked about our adventure and what could be in store for the next trip up in 2014, with luck of obtaining another permit. Some may regret the hiking and camping in harsh conditions, but this was an adventure to be experienced, and now we both have a great story to pass on to others. The only thing different I would recommend is to take the weather warnings more seriously the next time.