Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 7 of 7
Day 7: Shasta Summit Push
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Three AM came early. I had a quick breakfast of oats, packed my bag the night before, and I was still excited despite the early hour. I set up my camera on a tripod before heading out, thinking about that shot—tent lit up with the mountain glowing behind it in the moonlight. That was going to be rad. I got that set up, enjoyed the quiet morning for a bit, and then it was time to move.
I grabbed my camera gear, packed only what I needed for the climb, and left the rest at camp. No skis today. I was here to photograph mountaineering for Big Agnes, not to ski. So I had on my boots, my crampons, my ice axe. I was ready to climb. The snow was perfect that morning. Super crusty. The kind of snow that makes movement feel fast and efficient.
About thirty to forty-five minutes in, I realized I had forgotten my helmet. I just stopped and stared for a second. I had literally told myself the night before to pack it on the outside of my backpack. Instead I left it in the tent. So I turned around, hiked all the way back to camp, grabbed it, and started the whole climb over again. An hour and a half lost to a simple mistake. That is what happens when you rush and cut corners. You live and you learn.
The rest of the climb was relentless. Avalanche Bulge is a grind. One step after another in the dark with only your headlamp showing what is directly in front of you. Then slowly the sun starts to peek out. Blues and yellows start to paint the sky. The day breaks and you can finally see where you are going. But Avalanche Bulge sits in the shade through the morning so you are cold the whole time. You want a puffy jacket but you are moving too hard to wear one. So it is fleece layers, gloves on, gloves off, beanie on, beanie off. Constant adjustments as your body temperature swings up and down.
The whole thing reminded me of my days as a swimmer. That love of suffering. Type two fun. You choose to be here so you might as well enjoy the misery of it.
I made it to the Thumb, this feature that marks the end of the steepest climbing. Still two and a half to three hours to the summit but the hard work is mostly done. I sat down to eat and warm up in the sun. That is when someone walked over and asked if I had an InReach device. They needed to call SOS. Their friend was in trouble.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
I am a Wilderness First Responder. So I asked what was going on and got the details. One of their friends had gotten into trouble on the mountain and they needed help. I had the most experience so I ended up spending about two hours on that ridge helping coordinate a rescue. We got search and rescue involved. The sheriff's department. Eventually a helicopter came and picked the person up. It was nerve wracking and sobering and also a reminder that when you go into the mountains, this is part of the risk.
Once the person was airlifted off the mountain, I talked to the guy who had asked for help. I offered to walk down with him. He told me to go ahead and summit. He was fine going down on his own. So I kept pushing.
On the way up I met the owner of Shasta Mountain Guides. We talked about Epic Bill Bradley because I made a documentary about him and this guy knows Epic Bill. We laughed and chatted and hiked together for a bit. When you are climbing alone, sometimes that connection with another person is exactly what you need to break up the monotony.
I pushed harder after that. Made it up Heartbreak Hill and suddenly the summit was close. Really close. I could see it. I summited Mount Shasta at just over fourteen thousand feet. The day was beautiful. The views were perfect. I sat up there, ate two bars, and just took it all in. I was halfway done. Still had to get all the way back down.
The descent was so much faster. I glissaded down the mountain on my butt, using my ice axe to control my speed the whole way. Think of it as the world's largest slip and slide at fourteen thousand feet. What took several hours going up took a fraction of that coming down. I got back to camp around noon or one o'clock. Just lunchtime even though I had been awake since three in the morning.
I went through all the photos, made sure I had quality shots that told the story of the climb. Then I texted Kristin back home. That is when it hit me. I had work waiting in Tahoe. I had things that needed my attention. I needed to pack out today if I was going to drive home tomorrow.
I can carry a bag or two LOL
So with about forty-five minutes to an hour before sunset, I packed everything up. Both backpacks and my skis were waiting at camp from the day before. I strapped one backpack to my front, one to my back, grabbed my skis, and headed out. I was absolutely cooked but also somehow chipper. Tired does weird things to your brain.
I skied as far as I could from camp and then walked the rest of the way out. By the time I got back to the van it was dark. I unloaded everything, organized it all so it would dry out properly overnight, and fell asleep in my van. What a day. What a week. I was done.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 6 of 7
Day 6: Setting Up Camp on Mount Shasta
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Nobody tells you about the unglamorous days. The ones where you are hauling gear up a mountain for hours, making mistakes you should have avoided, and wondering why you chose this life. Day six was that day. And somehow it was also one of the most beautiful days of the entire trip.
I started the approach around noon. Not early, not rushed. I had talked to a few people who mentioned that bringing my skis would actually make the approach to horse camp faster. The ski route cuts a more direct line than the hiking trail. So I packed my skis, threw everything together, and headed up feeling pretty smart about the whole plan.
I was not smart about the whole plan.
For reasons I still cannot fully explain, I stayed on the hiking trail almost the entire way up. Everyone had told me the ski route starts about a quarter mile in. I hiked over three miles holding my skis. Three miles. On a steep approach. With skis on my back like a complete bozo. By the time I got to horse camp my legs were cooked and my pride was bruised. Sometimes you just make a dumb call and you live with it.
But then I set up my tent and everything changed. Horse camp on Mount Shasta is stunning. Like genuinely take your breath away stunning. I stood there exhausted and sweaty and just looked around at this incredible place and felt grateful to be there. That is the thing about adventure. The suffering and the beauty often show up at exactly the same time.
And then I realized I still had to go back down for a second load.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
Here is the part they do not show you in the highlight reel. I was up there creating content for real brands. Crazy Creek, Out There, and others. That means a tripod, a full camera kit, and all the products I needed to photograph. None of that fits in one load when you are also carrying a tent, sleeping gear, food, and climbing equipment for two nights out. So I put my skis on, skied all the way back down to the van, grabbed everything I had left behind, and headed back up. This time I took the ski route. It was dramatically faster. Of course it was.
That second load was the hardest part of the day. My legs were already tired from the first carry and now I was doing it all over again with more weight. That is the unglamorous reality of being a solo adventure photographer. Nobody is carrying your gear for you. Nobody is setting up your shots while you rest. You are the photographer, the producer, the pack mule, and the creative director all at once. It is a lot of work. But it is your work and that means something.
By the time I got back to camp and got settled, the sky was putting on a show. I set up a time lapse and watched the last light of the day move slowly across the face of Mount Shasta. Golden hour on a fourteen thousand foot volcano is something I will not forget anytime soon. I cooked a big dinner, sat with the mountain, and just let the day wash over me.
By nine o'clock the sun was down and I was in my sleeping bag with every piece of gear packed and ready to go. Three AM wake up. Summit day tomorrow. The weather looked perfect. Low wind. Clear skies. Everything I had been hoping for since I left Lake Tahoe a week ago. I closed my eyes and told myself to sleep fast.
The mountain was not going anywhere. But morning would come quick.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 5 of 7
Day 5: The Quiet Day Before Shasta
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Not every day on a seven day alpine project looks like a ski descent or a summit push. Some days look like sleeping in, running errands, and eating enough food to prepare your body for what is coming next. Day five was that day. And honestly, after everything Mount Lassen had put me through, I needed it.
I let myself sleep. No four AM alarm. No rushing out the door in the dark. I just rested until my body was ready to get up and that felt like a small luxury after the previous few days. When you are deep in a solo project like this, rest is not laziness. Rest is strategy. A tired body makes bad decisions in the mountains and I had a big mountain ahead of me.
Once I was up I drove down into the town of Mount Shasta. I needed to pick up a few things I had not been able to find earlier in the trip. Odds and ends. The kind of stuff you do not think about until you are in the middle of nowhere and realize you forgot it. I also needed to get my permit for the climb. Mount Shasta requires a summit pass and getting that sorted ahead of time is just part of the process. It is one of those behind the scenes logistical pieces that nobody really sees but every successful project depends on.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
After town I got back to the van and settled in for a few hours of work. I edited photos, caught up on some of the commercial work that needed attention, and did a rough inventory of everything I was bringing up the mountain. Two nights out means packing smart. Every ounce matters when you are carrying a full mountaineering kit up a fourteen thousand foot volcano. Tent, sleeping gear, food, camera equipment, climbing gear, layers. I went through it all methodically and made sure nothing critical was missing.
The plan for Shasta was straightforward. Pack in on day six, set up camp, rest and enjoy being up there, then wake up early and push for the summit. Come back down to camp, sleep one more night, and pack out the following morning. Clean and simple. Two days on the mountain with a summit in the middle.
By evening I had everything ready. Gear was organized. Food was prepped. Permit was sorted. I ate a big dinner, did a final check of my pack, and got to bed at a reasonable hour. Tomorrow the real work would begin again. Mount Shasta was not going to climb itself.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 4 of 7
Day 4: Skiing Mount Lassen
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
I woke up at five in the morning in my van. The goal was simple. Be at the trailhead by six, fully packed and ready to go ski Mount Lassen. That is the kind of early that makes you question your life choices. You are warm in your bed. It is cold outside. Every part of you wants to stay put. But then the excitement kicks in. This is the day. This is what I came here to do.
I stepped outside to pack up and immediately felt the chill bite. I thought about putting on my ski boots for the walk to the trailhead but then reality hit. That mile-plus hike in ski boots would be brutal. They are stiff and awkward and your feet sweat inside them. So I made a call. I grabbed my regular shoes, laced them up, and strapped my ski boots to the outside of my pack. Once I got to the trailhead I would swap them out. It was a small logistical move but it saved me thirty minutes of misery and cost me about thirty minutes of sleep time. Worth it.
The approach started easy enough. I was moving well, cruising up the trail in my regular shoes, feeling good. And then the sun came up and everything changed. By eight in the morning it was already hot. I mean really hot. The kind of heat that makes you question why you signed up for this in the first place. I was getting smoked. Energy was dropping fast. I pulled out my Dermatone and slathered on sunscreen, but it did not matter. The climb was relentless.
About three quarters of the way up, I hit a wall. My legs were tired. My lungs were working hard. I could see the peak but it felt so far away. So I stopped. I sat down. I ate some food and just let myself rest for a bit. Sometimes the best thing you can do on a long climb is give yourself permission to take a break. After twenty minutes I felt better. Stronger. Ready to keep going.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
That is when the boot pack started. I took off my regular shoes, pulled them into my backpack, and clicked into my ski boots. The snow changed immediately. It went from normal to soft. Really soft. With each step my foot was sinking deeper. Shin deep. Knee deep. And then waist deep. I was using my arms now, punching into the snow with every step, crawling more than walking. That is when I felt it. That weird feeling in your gut that something is off. The snow did not feel right. It felt sketchy. Unstable. Like it was waiting to move.
I was maybe a couple hundred feet from the summit but I made a decision. I was not going to push it. I was not going to be a hero. I stopped right there and got ready to ski down. Better safe than sorry. Better alive than proud.
I dropped in and made my first turn. The moment I did, I looked back over my shoulder and saw it. I had released a small slough. Just a little avalanche. Nothing massive but enough to remind me why I had made the right call. I made a hard quick turn and booked it in the opposite direction, going straight and fast to get away from it. The slough did not catch me but it did not need to. The message was clear.
I skied down the other side where the snow was more stable. The descent was good. The snow was thick and forgiving. I skied almost all the way back to where I had started, took off my boots, and walked back to the van. By noon I was back.
I was so early that I decided to pack everything up and head straight to Mount Shasta. On my way out I got to meet up with my dad for a quick minute. I stopped at one of the lakes, jumped in, and rinsed off all the sweat and exhaustion. Standing there in that cold water, I started mentally preparing for what was coming next. Mount Shasta was waiting. And after today, I knew I was ready for it.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 3 of 7
Day 3: Manzanita Lake and Scouting the Route
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I was up before the sun. Four in the morning, pitch dark outside the van, and I had a long drive to the north entrance of Lassen to make before first light hit the lake. That kind of early morning has its own energy. Part exhaustion, part anticipation. You are moving through the dark on pure intention.
As I drove into the north entrance, everything was blue. Not dark, not light, just this deep cool blue that sits between night and morning. It is one of my favorite times to be outside with a camera. The world feels quiet and untouched and entirely yours. I knew I was cutting it close on time so I grabbed my Sony A7R4, one tripod, one lens, threw everything in a backpack and started walking along the northern edge of Manzanita Lake looking for the right composition.
I could not find it. The angles felt off and nothing was grabbing me the way I wanted. So I doubled back and walked all the way around the lake instead. That decision changed everything. As I made my way along the southern side, the sun started to hit Lassen Peak. That first touch of golden light on the mountain was breathtaking. Below it, a thin layer of mist and steam hung just above the surface of the lake, glowing in the early morning light. I found a small man made dam on the southern side, sat down, and just looked at it for a moment. Lassen Peak fully lit, the lake perfectly still, fog drifting just above the water. It was one of those moments where you almost forget to pick up the camera because you are just trying to absorb it.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
I spent a few hours there. Shooting landscapes, shooting product work for the brands I was working with, testing compositions, and just enjoying being in that place. There is something about a morning like that which reminds you why you chose this life. No client on the phone. No deadlines screaming at you. Just you, a camera, and a mountain doing something extraordinary with the light.
Eventually I headed back to the van, ate some breakfast, and started doing a quick edit on the morning's images. I always like to do a rough pass early just to see what I actually captured, what is working, and what adjustments I need to make going forward. The Manzanita shots were strong. I felt good about what I had.
Then I looked over at my ski gear and made a decision. It was time to go check out the actual route. I grabbed everything, drove up toward Lassen Peak, and started hiking the approach just to get a feel for what I would be dealing with the next morning. Once I hit snow I clicked into my skis and skinned up to the base of the route, skiing just a few hundred feet of vertical to test the snow conditions and feel out the line. It was a quick look but it told me what I needed to know.
By the time I got back to the van the sun was getting low. I ate, organized my gear, and got to bed as early as I could. Tomorrow was the real day. I was going to ski Mount Lassen and I wanted every possible advantage that a good night of sleep could give me.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 2 of 8
Day 2: Getting My Bearings at Mount Lassen
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
I woke up at four in the morning with big plans. Sunrise photography at Mount Lassen. Epic light. The whole adventure photographer dream. I dragged myself out of bed, looked outside the van, and immediately knew those plans were dead. The fog was thick. The clouds were heavy. Everything was gray and soupy and there was zero chance of anything epic happening before sunrise. So I made the smart call. I went back to bed.
A few more hours of sleep made a huge difference. When I finally got up and had some coffee, the world felt a bit more manageable. I took my time that morning because I knew this day was about getting my bearings, not making magic happen. I wasn't going to rush into this project half awake and exhausted.
Once the van was rolling, I backtracked a bit because I'd spotted something from the road the night before that looked promising. I flew my drone and shot from the ground, but honestly, it was so foggy and gross that nothing really came together. That's adventure though. Sometimes you try something and it doesn't work out. You learn and you move on.
As I kept driving, I made a stop at Mill Creek because the roadside view just grabbed me. I took a bunch of photographs there. The light was still terrible, but the landscape had character and I wanted to document it. Then I headed toward the south entrance of the park, thinking that would be my main access point. When I got there, I realized the road was closed. Just like that, my plan changed. I walked around, took some photos, talked to a ranger, and accepted that this entrance wasn't happening.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
So I did what any reasonable person would do. I drove an hour and a half all the way around the outside of the park to the north entrance where Manzanita Lake sits. When I finally got there, it was still rainy and foggy. Not ideal. But I made the most of it. I shot some product work for the brands I was working with, explored the area, and drove as far up the road as I could go to see what was around the next bend.
I thought about hiking the approach to scope out my ski line, but then I looked at the time and reality hit me. I still had commercial work to finish for the day, work that actually paid the bills and kept these brand partnerships alive. So instead of hiking, I grabbed my binoculars, looked at the route from a distance, and made a mental note of what I'd see. The day was slipping away and I needed to be smart about it.
By late afternoon, I knew it was time to head out. I had no cell service most of the day, so I wanted to check in with Kristin and let her know I was okay. Then I found a spot to sleep for the night, knowing exactly what tomorrow would bring. I was going to wake up early, really early, and hit Manzanita Lake at first light. I'd do a preliminary ski to scout the base of the route and get eyes on exactly what I'd be dealing with when I went for the real ski attempt on day four.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Climbing and Skiing Lassen & Shasta: Day 1 of 7
Day 1: Leaving Lake Tahoe
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Packing for a seven day solo alpine adventure is equal parts exciting and terrifying. I stood in my van that morning running through my checklist one more time, double checking that my camera gear was there, my climbing equipment was secure, and my food was packed properly. There's always this voice in the back of your head that whispers you messed something up or forgot something critical. The truth is, you can only prepare so much. You do your best, check your lists, and then you have to trust yourself and move forward. So I did exactly that. I loaded up the van, grabbed some food from town, filled the tank with gas, and pointed myself toward Mount Lassen.
The drive from Lake Tahoe to Lassen is long. Really long. Hours of road stretched out in front of me and I knew I needed to make the most of that time mentally. Good podcasts and music became my companions for the road. There's something powerful about driving alone for hours. Your mind wanders. You process things. You think about the project ahead, the brands you're working with, what you want to capture, and honestly, whether you're ready for it. I stopped a few times to stretch, grab coffee, and take a few phone calls. I wasn't trying to photograph everything I saw on that drive. The goal wasn't to slow down and hunt for shots. Instead, I focused on bringing people along for the ride itself. A few phone selfies here and there, some behind the scenes moments of the van and the road, simple stuff I could share on Instagram and LinkedIn to show folks what this journey actually looked like.
Camera Gear I Packed For The Shasta & Lassen Project:
Tamron 16-30; probably my favorite lens right now
Tamron 28-75; I think this is the best all around focal length
Tamron 70-180; I don’t use this a ton, but it’s a great lens
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
I didn't make it all the way to Lassen on day one. The drive was longer than I expected and I wanted to arrive rested and ready. So I found some public land off the highway, pulled over, and slept under the stars. It was quiet and simple and exactly what I needed. When I woke up the next morning, fog rolled thick across the landscape. It wasn't the clear alpine morning I was hoping for. The light was flat and gray and honestly, kind of depressing. But that's adventure. You don't always get perfect conditions. You work with what you have and you make the most of it.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dj@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
A Not-So-Quick Stop To Photograph California’s Emerald Bay
As a South Lake Tahoe “local” I don’t often come to Emerald Bay because it is always packed with people and finding parking feels impossible unless it is midnight or 2am (yes, that is an exaggeration, but that’s how I feel). However, today, I was headed out of town at the perfect timing and along my drive I saw that Emerald Bay was going to look special at sunset.
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How did I know Emerald Bay was going to be worth photographing? There was an inversion layer building, but one that wasn’t too dense, so I could still see Fannette Island. Which meant, staying to watch sunset and photograph Emerald Bay was well worth waiting for a parking spot.
Parked at “the perfect pull out” of Emerald Bay on my way out of town. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
Much to my surprise, the “best parking spot” was totally empty! So, I whipped the van in place, grabbed my camera, and started playing around with a few different compositions.
Whenever the area is not packed, I like to scramble up the opposite side of the parking area to photograph my van and bay to give a perspective not often captured. When you do this, be careful not to knock down any rocks on passing cars or fall off the cliff. You would get seriously messed up!
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
As the evening unfolded, I flew my drone and watched the clouds ebb and flow as if they were an ocean tide sloshing on the shore. Poetic huh?! Maybe, but let’s get back to this for you all.
On evening that are cold with strong winds, flying a drone is challenging as the battery life is shortened. I think each flight I had was roughly 10-12 minutes, in comparison to the traditional 28 minutes under perfect conditions. So, I made quick work of what I could with the drone.
As the sun was setting, I couldn’t quite get everything I wanted from this single spot, so I wandered around to create a few more compositions.
Lake Tahoe’s only island, Fannette Island, cloaked in a rare, pink inversion layer. If you look closely, you can see the tea house atop the island. Did you find it? If so, take a step back and look at how the reflection of the pink inversion layer gives this illusion that the island is floating. Hence the name.
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Mostly, those meant using the van to create a “frame” around the island. All in all, I’m happy with how this unexpected stop pushed my creativity and gave me the opportunity to create something new in a spot that I have visiting maybe 100+ times.
P.S. at the bottom is a FAQ for anyone curious about Emerald Bay.
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FAQ: Visiting Emerald Bay in Lake Tahoe
1. Where is Emerald Bay located?
Emerald Bay is located on the southwest shore of Lake Tahoe in Emerald Bay State Park, along Highway 89 (California) between South Lake Tahoe and Tahoma. It’s one of the most photographed viewpoints in Lake Tahoe.
2. Why is Emerald Bay so famous?
Emerald Bay is famous for its deep turquoise water, dramatic granite cliffs, and Fannette Island, the only island in Lake Tahoe. The bay is also home to Vikingsholm Castle, a historic Scandinavian-style mansion built in 1929.
3. Is there an entrance fee for Emerald Bay State Park?
Yes. Parking lots within Emerald Bay State Park typically charge a day-use fee, especially at the Eagle Falls Parking Area and nearby trailheads.
4. What is the best time of day to visit Emerald Bay?
Early morning is usually the best time to visit Emerald Bay. Sunrise offers soft light for photography and fewer crowds, while midday tends to be the busiest with limited parking.
5. What is the best time of year to visit Emerald Bay?
Late spring through fall is the most accessible time to visit Emerald Bay. Summer offers warm weather and full access to trails, while fall provides fewer crowds and beautiful color around Lake Tahoe.
6. Can you hike down to Emerald Bay?
Yes. One of the most popular hikes is the Vikingsholm Trail, which descends about one mile from the overlook down to the shoreline and Vikingsholm Castle.
7. How difficult is the hike to Vikingsholm?
The hike to Vikingsholm is relatively short but moderately steep. The trail drops about 400 feet in elevation, meaning the return hike back to the parking lot is uphill.
8. Can you visit Vikingsholm Castle?
Yes. Vikingsholm Castle is open for guided tours during the summer season, typically from late May through September.
9. Can you kayak to Emerald Bay?
Yes. Many visitors paddle to Emerald Bay from nearby beaches like Baldwin Beach or Camp Richardson Marina. Kayaking is a popular way to explore the bay and reach Fannette Island.
10. Can you visit Fannette Island?
Yes, but only by kayak or paddleboard. Fannette Island is the only island in Lake Tahoe and features the ruins of a small stone tea house built for the owner of Vikingsholm.
11. Is Emerald Bay good for photography?
Emerald Bay is considered one of the most iconic photography locations in Lake Tahoe. The Emerald Bay Overlook provides a classic panoramic view of the bay, Fannette Island, and surrounding Sierra Nevada peaks.
12. Where is the best viewpoint of Emerald Bay?
The most famous viewpoint is the Emerald Bay Overlook along Highway 89. Several roadside pullouts offer slightly different perspectives of the bay.
13. Is parking difficult at Emerald Bay?
Parking can be very limited, especially during summer weekends. Arriving early in the morning or visiting during shoulder seasons can make finding parking much easier.
14. Can you swim in Emerald Bay?
Yes, swimming is allowed in Emerald Bay. The water is extremely cold year-round, even in summer, so most swimmers only stay in briefly.
15. Is Emerald Bay open in winter?
Yes, Emerald Bay is open year-round. However, winter storms can temporarily close Highway 89 (California), and trails may be snowy or icy.
16. Are dogs allowed at Emerald Bay?
Dogs are allowed in some areas of Emerald Bay State Park but are generally not permitted on certain trails leading down to Vikingsholm or the beach.
17. How long should you spend at Emerald Bay?
Most visitors spend 1–3 hours at Emerald Bay depending on activities. A quick viewpoint stop takes about 15–30 minutes, while hiking down to Vikingsholm or kayaking can turn it into a half-day adventure.
18. Are there restrooms at Emerald Bay?
Yes, restrooms are available near the main parking areas and trailheads, including the Eagle Falls Parking Area.
19. What else is nearby to see?
Popular nearby stops include Eagle Falls, Eagle Lake, and scenic drives along Highway 89 (California).
20. Is Emerald Bay worth visiting?
Yes. Emerald Bay is widely considered the most beautiful location in Lake Tahoe and is a must-see stop whether you’re hiking, kayaking, photographing the landscape, or simply enjoying the view.
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Staring Into The Yellow Eyes of a Short Eared Owl
By no means do I consider myself a wildlife photographer, but, yesterday, I had the chance to "chase" this owl around for about an hour.
Zipping past the bird on a fence post, I said to Kristin, "hey look, an owl."
"Wait, where? I didn't see it." She responded in disappointment.
So, I flipped the van around and checked out the owl.
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Zipping past the bird on a fence post, I said to Kristin, "hey look, an owl."
"Wait, where? I didn't see it." She responded in disappointment.
So, I flipped the van around and checked out the owl.
Then, it dawned on me. I packed my Tarmon 150-500 lens and should put it to use. So, I swapped lenses and attempted to walk towards the owl to take some photos.
It flew away.
Watching the owl hunt, I was a bit disappointed I didn't get a shot, but alas, that happens.
Loading back into the van, I drove off.
Almost back to the highway, "do you want to go back and find the owl?" I asked Kristin.
"If that is you asking for permission to do so, yes, go ahead and turn around." She knows me :-) and with the permission I flipped the van around and drove back to find the owl.
Scaring it away not one, not twice, not thrice, I new I needed to change up the approach.
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
No more walking up to the bird, I needed to stay in the van.
If somebody else would have saw this, they would be laughing and call me an idiot, but it worked.
Hanging outside of the the driver window, I inched forward in the van. Snapping photos every chance I could get just in case it flew away.
Snap. Snap. Move. Snap. Snap. Move.
Until, finally, I got close enough to capture this image with the 150-500mm lens. Now, the waiting game for the owl to turn its head.
Then, snap, snap, snap.
I got it!
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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FAQ About Photographing Owls:
1. What is the best time of day to photograph owls?
Most owls are crepuscular or nocturnal, meaning they’re most active at dawn and dusk. During breeding season, you may also see daytime activity. Great horned owls and burrowing owls are often visible in early morning light, while barred owls may hunt just before sunset.
2. What time of year is best for photographing owls?
Late winter through early summer is ideal. During breeding season, owls are more vocal and active as they defend territory and feed young. Spring also offers better light and cleaner backgrounds before dense foliage fills in.
3. What lens do I need to photograph owls?
A telephoto lens between 400mm and 600mm is ideal. Owls are sensitive to disturbance, so longer focal lengths allow you to keep a respectful distance while still filling the frame. I use the Tamron 150-500mm, however a 70-200mm with a 2x converter would also serve you well.
4. What camera settings work best for owl photography?
Start with:
Shutter speed: 1/1000 or faster for flight
Aperture: f/4–f/6.3
ISO: Adjust for available light (don’t be afraid of higher ISO at dawn or dusk)
Continuous autofocus (AI Servo / AF-C)
Burst mode for action
5. How do I find owls to photograph?
Listen first. Many owls announce themselves before you see them. Research local species and habitat preferences. For example:
Great Horned Owl prefer wooded areas and open edges.
Burrowing Owl live in open grasslands and desert flats.
Barred Owl favor wetlands and dense forests.
6. How close can I get to an owl?
As a rule: if the owl changes behavior because of you, you’re too close. Use long lenses and let the owl remain relaxed. Ethical distance ensures natural behavior and protects nesting birds.
7. Is it ethical to use owl calls or playback?
Playback can stress owls, especially during breeding season. Many wildlife photographers avoid it entirely. If you use it, keep it minimal and stop immediately if the owl shows signs of agitation.
8. Can I use flash when photographing owls?
It’s strongly discouraged. Flash can disorient nocturnal birds and disrupt hunting behavior. Natural light or high-ISO performance is a better choice.
9. What shutter speed do I need for owls in flight?
Aim for 1/1600–1/2500 for sharp wing detail. Owls fly silently and smoothly, but wings still move fast, especially during takeoff or hunting dives.
10. How do I photograph owls at night?
Use:
A wide aperture (f/2.8–f/4)
High ISO
Silent shooting mode
A stable tripod or monopod
Focus on backlit silhouettes at dusk rather than full darkness whenever possible.
11. Why are my owl photos soft?
Common causes:
Too slow shutter speed
Missed focus on the eyes
Heat distortion over long distances
Shooting wide open at too close a focus distance
Always prioritize eye sharpness.
12. What is the best autofocus mode for owls?
Continuous autofocus (AF-C / AI Servo) with animal eye detection (if available) works extremely well, especially for perched birds that may suddenly take flight.
13. How do I photograph owls without disturbing them?
Move slowly. Avoid direct eye contact. Stay low. Don’t approach nests. If an owl is repeatedly looking at you, puffing up, or shifting position, back up.
14. Are owls protected by law?
Yes. In the United States, owls are protected under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, which makes it illegal to harm, harass, or disturb them — especially during nesting.
15. How do I photograph burrowing owls responsibly?
Stay far from burrow entrances. Never block access paths. Shoot from your vehicle when possible. These small owls are particularly sensitive to disturbance.
16. What weather conditions are best for owl photography?
Cold, clear mornings are excellent. Owls often perch visibly to sun themselves after cold nights. Light snow can also create beautiful contrast against darker plumage.
17. How do I photograph white owls without blowing highlights?
If photographing a snowy owl, slightly underexpose (-0.3 to -0.7 EV) and protect highlights. Use your histogram rather than relying on the LCD preview.
18. What’s the biggest mistake beginner owl photographers make?
Getting too close. Ethical distance should always outweigh getting the shot. A calm owl is a photogenic owl.
19. How do I compose better owl photos?
Look for:
Clean backgrounds
Eye-level perspective
Catchlight in the eyes
Natural perches (avoid distracting manmade elements)
Leave space in the frame for the direction the owl is looking or flying.
20. How do I photograph owls in snowy environments?
Use exposure compensation to prevent gray snow. Watch for white balance shifts. Shoot in RAW to recover highlights and maintain feather detail.
21. Do owls return to the same perch?
Often, yes. Owls are creatures of habit and may use the same hunting perches repeatedly. Observe patterns rather than chasing them.
22. Is it better to shoot handheld or with a tripod?
For perched owls at low light, a tripod helps. For flight, handheld shooting provides more flexibility and tracking ability.
23. How do I tell if an owl is stressed?
Signs include:
Head bobbing
Feather puffing
Repeated scanning of you
Flying off repeatedly
If you notice these behaviors, give the bird more space.
24. What’s the best way to improve at owl photography?
Spend time observing before shooting. Learn their behavior. Scout locations without your camera. The more you understand the owl, the better your images will become.
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
A Morning At Hotel Oasis
Last night, I began a new assignment that highlights one of the top 10 dog friendliest hotels in the world (a ranking system I didn't know existed). While none of this mornings photos showcase the countless dogs roaming around, they do showcase the property which is aptly named Hotel Oasis.
February 7, 2026
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Last night, I began a new assignment that highlights one of the top 10 dog friendliest hotels in the world (a ranking system I didn't know existed). While none of this mornings photos showcase the countless dogs roaming around, they do showcase the property which is aptly named Hotel Oasis.
This morning, I took my coffee black and in total silence as dogs roamed the beach. Additionally, I snapped these image of the property as the sun rose, then did a little bit of journaling. The hotel is tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Loreto, yet a short walk to the malecon, which is filled with stores, restaurants, bars, and at the moment an extension of the Carnival ceremonies.
Tonight, I get to learn about the importance of Chocolate Clams to the area and document them getting "cooked the traditional way."
Thank you Baja Sur Tourism Board and Hotel Oasis for trusting me with this :-)
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
I'm regretting coming to NYC without a camera...
Right now, I am in NYC for a few marketing/networking meetings, so I left the camera in Baja. It's bulky and I figured an iphone would do. It doesn't 🤷♂️ sorry for calling you out Apple.
However, yesterday I met with 30-ish brands/tourism boards/hotels at IMM by TravMedia
I'm buzzing.
January 23, 2025
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Right now, I am in NYC for a few marketing/networking meetings, so I left the camera in Baja. It's bulky and I figured an iphone would do. It doesn't 🤷♂️ sorry for calling you out Apple.
However, yesterday I met with 30-ish brands/tourism boards/hotels at IMM by TravMedia
I'm buzzing.
The meetings were short, 15-minutes a pop, but the story ideas that now fill the pages of my notebook light me up from the inside out. Why?
Well, I have always dreamed of sitting down and sharing how I love to tell stories, but felt I never really had access. Then yesterday happened.
Each meeting, I explained how I prefer telling stories and I could see the eyes of people on the other side of the table lighting up.
My preference: start with a relatable human story that is kinda quirky then zoom out to why it matters for the general population.
During those meetings we brainstormed people and stories that are fun, energetic, and visually appealing. Think:
documenting the sea to table movement following a lobster fisherman
reclaiming the connection to the land via foraging tours
stargazing with an astronomer to tell the story of dark skies
Now, the hard part is in front of me, turning these ideas into a reality. Which means:
pitching
fund raising
pre-production work
production
editing
distributing
No doubt, it all can't be done in a single year, however I would love to try.
Thanks for reading and looking at some blurry iphone snaps ✌️
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
iPhone
The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Gear Review: A Month Long Road Trip With PackFire, I Couldn’t Be Happier
Kristin and I loaded our converted van and headed for a month in Colorado. At first we really didn’t know what to expect from the trip, but we had a few goals to summit peaks, trail run a total of 50 miles, and spend time around the Estes Park area taking photos and rock climbing. Turns out the weather on this trip didn’t really cooperate with us, but in hindsight, my favorite memories from the trip come from hanging in woods making s’mores over the Packfire fire pit at the end of the day, here’s why.
Kristin and I loaded our converted van and headed for a month in Colorado. At first we really didn’t know what to expect from the trip, but we had a few goals to summit peaks, trail run a total of 50 miles, and spend time around the Estes Park area taking photos and rock climbing. Turns out the weather on this trip didn’t really cooperate with us, but in hindsight, my favorite memories from the trip come from hanging in woods making s’mores over the Packfire fire pit at the end of the day, here’s why.
While there was a fire ban at the end of the our trip that prevented us from having any open flame, at the start of the trip, we settled into the habit of having a fire at the end of each night. Sometimes roasting hot dogs or bratwurst over the fire for dinner and maybe some marshmallows for desert, but we always sat and talked. Recalling our high’s and low’s from the day while Chestnut, our dog, ran around as we tossed sticks and balls for the rambunctious puppy.
Since we are traveling in a van together, you would think Kristin and I would have roughly the same day, but far from the truth.
Often I went on my own adventure and she on hers. When the adventure was something we both wanted to do, we would go together. Those nights around the fire were my favorite.
What I Liked About PackFire:
The backpack container keeps it all in once place and makes transporting easy
Fits in the back of the van super easily
I can use full logs without having to cut them
Easy clean up, just dump the ashes in a trash or dig a hole
Using it felt safe, something I was worried about as it comes in three peices
I typically travel with the small Solo Stove, so this trip was an “experiment” to bring the Packfire and I will say I couldn’t be happier. The Packfire is way more practical for vanlife and overlanding because it packs down and is easy to carry. It doesn’t get the back of the van dirty as backpack holds in the leftover ash, if you don’t clean it when packing the fire can up.
PSA: I was dumb and touched the outside while it was hot and burnt my hand. I was an idiot, but I just wanted to say this so you don’t do it yourself! Long story short, make sure the fire can has cooled before you attempt to put it away.
I know, I waited till the end to say this, but yes, I do recommend the Packfire if you are in the market for a fire can and I would take this over any of the competition (which I have used most of the main competition). The collapsable feature is a true innovation in the space and I don’t know why this hasn’t been done before!
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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Packfire Trip Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Tomorrow I Leave For a 10-Week Project Through Baja, MX
Preparing for a 10-week road trip to Baja is a labor of love. Something will go wrong, so planning a road trip project like this is about building out resources to not get into trouble. This mental freedom allows for more fun and creativity with the camera along the road trip.
December 10, 2025
This journal entry doesn’t have any photos, but a few videos, let me know if you like the change (photos will return in 2 days)
The day is here for me to finally start leaving for the Vamos a Baja project that I have been selling, promoting, and, well, annoying the hell out of all of you for the past few months. If that annoyed you, I am sorry, but on the bright side, the project sold out and I am happy to say, the next 2.5 months are going to be filled with adventures, so follow along on your favorite platform:
If you don’t care about social media, you are a better human than me and I don’t suggest you start. But, this is enough of a rant, so let’s dive into the preperartion required for this Vamos a Baja project.
Preparing for a 10-week road trip to Baja is a labor of love. Something will go wrong, so planning a road trip project like this is about building out resources to not get into trouble. This mental freedom allows for more fun and creativity with the camera along the road trip.
Here is a short list of maintenance for my van to prepare it for the journey:
Get insurance for Baja. I used Baja Bound and the cost was $450
100k check-up and an oil change. This cost $2100 OUCH!
New tires, shout out to Hankook Tires for gifting the Dynapro AT2’s to me. This cost $200-something to install
Have my awning welded as it broke on the last trip to Colorado - a $200 mistake
Fill the propane and buy new water jugs. I now have 21 gallons of water I can hold
There are still a few more maintenance items scheduled for Dec 12th due to delayed parts.
In total, I will be spending roughly $4,000 to get the van ready and if I had to pay for the tires, it would be closer to $5,500!
After I take a deep breath and realize that I am not going to go broke from the maintenance of the van, I looked towards the inside:
Camera gear
Clothing
Surfboards & SUPS
Snorkeling
Camp gear like tables, chairs, etc.
Warm layers (I will be making a short detour to NYC for two events in January)
Fire-pit
Living requirements like pots, pans, food, bedding, etc.
Yup, this is a fully loaded van that is ready to roll down highway at speeds far to fast. I’ll admit now that I am a speeder.
Not all of the packing for the trip to Baja was done in a single day, but over the past five days, the van has been getting cleaned and packed. Today, was just the last full day of preparing for the road. Now, the van is loaded up and we are heading to Baja starting tomorrow.
So, I guess this is good luck to myself in some way, right?! Wish us luck!
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Photographing the Supermoon Over South Lake Tahoe
Preparing for my next project, two months in Baja, I was running errands all day and got caught up in Carson City, Nevada at an optometrists appointment. While the eye-doctor was very kind by saying, “You know you are handsome, model handsome” I wanted to get my contact prescription and head out to photograph the final supermoon of the year.
December 04, 2025
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Preparing for my next project, two months in Baja, I was running errands all day and got caught up in Carson City, Nevada at an optometrists appointment. While the eye-doctor was very kind by saying, “You know you are handsome, model handsome” I wanted to get my contact prescription and head out to photograph the final supermoon of the year.
Kristin watching the final supermoon of 2025 rise above the ridgeline of South Lake Tahoe. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
Yesterday, I scouted my ideas for the supermoon but all that effort was now wasted. There was no hope of my making the drive to Emerald Bay. So, I pulled an audible and headed to one of the beaches in South Lake Tahoe, CA instead.
Shaving off 20 minutes from the drive, I was able to grab my camera and the massive lens then head for the beach.
I just hoped the alignment would work and the trees wouldn’t get in the way.
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
My shoes squishing on the beach at 4:24 pm, the moon was set to rise at 4:32 pm. Giving me 8 minutes to figure something out.
Asking Kristin, who was forced to join, to stand on a dock while I ran down the beach to see if there could be an alignment, she agreed.
Turns out, it didn’t work. So, I called here — we were out of shouting range — and said:
“It’s no use, do what you want, this beach doesn’t have an alignment.”
“Okay, I’ll walk towards you.”
“Sounds good.”
Southwest Airlines photo-bombing the supermoon. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
Disappointed my work the day before wasn’t going to pay off, I kept trying to find something to create a worth-while image.
As the moon rose Kristin and I tried to create something, but most of the shots were average. Which is okay and expected, only I had wished for more.
A bit bummed, I kept snapping images until at one point, a plane started to fly through the frame.
Within seconds, I shouted, “Whoa! A plane just flew through the frame and it looks rad!”
“Oh, let me see.” Kristin stated. “Oh, that is cool.”
I guess luck was on my side.
While I kept firing off frames, nothing else caught my eye. Not a big deal as the plane shot made me happy.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
✌️
The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
Super Moon Scouting In South Lake Tahoe
I was scrolling social media this morning (almost never a good idea) and, thankfully, I follow some science accounts because they posted about a supermoon happening tomorrow. This got my head spinning with photo ideas and figured I would go scouting this evening to see what I could create. Only there was one catch, the cloud cover was so thick I could not see the moon.
December 03, 2025
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
I was scrolling social media this morning (almost never a good idea) and, thankfully, I follow some science accounts because they posted about a supermoon happening tomorrow. This got my head spinning with photo ideas and figured I would go scouting this evening to see what I could create. Only there was one catch, the cloud cover was so thick I could not see the moon.
Arriving at Emerald Bay and realizing the clouds are so thick, this might not work. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
While this plug for PhotoPills is about to happen, by no means is it an ad. However, it should be because this app worked amazingly to find what shots would/could align tomorrow.
Holding the app to the sky, I started to visualize just where the moon would crest over the horizon. Since this moon is at sunset, it will dawn a redish hue as it rises, at least I hope so. Laughing to myself, I have to search google to understand what is going on with the moon phases. Here’s what I have learned:
December full moon is called the “cold moon”
Tomorrow’s moon will be a supermoon, which means it is slightly closer to Earth than usual and looks 15-30% larger at moonrise
Tomorrow’s moon is not a blood moon, but it might look red
Now, don’t get mad at me for all the jargon, I’m just the messenger with a camera, hoping to create a cool image tomorrow night.
So, what’s my plan?
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
Tamron 28-200mm all-in-one zoom (they have launched a newer model of this, but haven’t tried it yet)
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
After scouting today, which I am grateful for because my original idea would not have worked based on the alignment and terrain, I have a few ideas:
the safe shot: long lens shot of the moon rising
the risky shot: there is a slim chance the moon rises over a road that I can have Kristin drive the van, or her car, timed perfectly for the moon to rise behind the vehicle
the average shot: if the road is busy, I will pivot to a shot with Kristin as the model, the the two trees (photographed below). hopefully creating something cinematic or artsy
If I could do all three I would, but I really wont know the conditions of the evening until very close to the moonrise. At the moment, the weather is predicting clear all day and clouds at 4:00pm. The moonrise is roughly 4:10pm. So, if the clouds roll in, I’m screwed.
Fingers are crossed all works out.
For the most part, the sunset was boring until I turned around. Then, these two were the perfect silhouettes for the burning red sky. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
When I first started this idea of a photo essay and journal entry every evening, I thought it was going to be stupid. Turns out, this has really kicked off my creativity! I guess doing the thing you love makes you happy… who would have thought?!
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey, maybe share your moon photo with me as well!
dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
I Failed By Day Three, So Here's a Flashback to Greece
Day three of my personal challenge to create a photo essay everyday I’m not on production came and went. Turns out, to create a photo essay in a single day, plus write a story about it takes about 2 to 3 hours and somedays I just don’t have that much time. A prime example, today.
But, who really cares? Let’s blow this popsicle stand and head to the Greek Island of Mykonos.
December 2, 2025
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Day three of my personal challenge to create a photo essay everyday I’m not on production came and went. Turns out, to create a photo essay in a single day, plus write a story about it takes about 2 to 3 hours and somedays I just don’t have that much time. A prime example, today.
While my excuse for not getting out is “valid” it doesn’t really matter why. However, my ego wants me to defend myself, so here it is: I was getting a new sliding glass door installed and the contractor needed my help, so, I was lending a hand until 6pm. Sunset is roughly 4:38 pm these days. Aka not a chance of a sunset photoshoot.
Zipping up a large puffy jacket, I headed into the dark with a headlamp to walk the dog. Under the night sky, I considered taking astro photography, but the clouds were thick overhead and the moon, when I could see it, was bright. So, my final option for a photo essay didn’t work.
Walking in the dark, I thought about what I could do and the answer was obvious, but I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. So, Chestnut ran around me in the dark, lit up by the headlamp around his neck, for about an hour. Then, I accepted the obvious: I have thousands of unedited images, why not look through those and write somthing?
With that said, let’s blow this popsicle stand and head to the Greek Island of Mykonos.
Kristin looking like an actress waiting for her long lost lover to return and sweep her off her feet (hopefully that is me 😉😅). Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
As if out of a movie, Kristin and I landed a dream job, the summer of 2024, aboard Clipper Cruises Greek Island hopping voyage. Kristin would be working on some social media marketing projects and I would be creating images and videos about the trip from Athens to Istanbul, with several stops along the way. While I have delivered the project, there are still a little more than 1,000 selects sitting in my archive unedited from this trip.
In many ways the unedited images drive me bonkers because they are good enough for the world to see, maybe even for somebody to license or add to my portfolio, but there is no obvious incentive to edit them. So, they sit on a hard drive and collect dust like a distant memory.
Thankfully, today I was given the reason to off load some of these images. So, thank you to everyone who looks at these images and reads this.
After leaving Athens, Greece, the ship headed for Mykonos’s. A party island, is what I was told. For the most part I knew very little about the Greek islands other than historical accounts and word of mouth. So, I was excited to see what the white building, blue roofed island was actually like. Spoiler, we didn’t find any parties.
For the most part, the island was filled with tourist, but still gave off a slow vibe.
Yes, there was a strip for shopping, but once you left the main corridor that had fantastic gyros and greek salads, the neighborhoods were quiet, navigated by cats, and friendly locals.
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
Tamron 28-200mm all-in-one zoom (they have launched a newer model of this, but haven’t tried it yet)
Tamron 17-28mm f/2.8 zoom (they now have an updated version of this lens that I like more)
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
Like most tourist, Kristin and I started our Mykonos wanderings at the Venetian Windmills not far from the port. This spot overlooks the ocean and invokes that sense of wonder I assume most would have felt who grew up on this island; What else is out there? I’m not sure why, but there is something inside of me burning with that question. That desire to see what else is there. Satisfied, that for the most part, over that hill is just another hill, then another. Yet, each time I get to explore, the elation of joy bubbles up.
Looking for a little something more, we walked into the center of town, hoping to get lost enough to find some of the heart of Mykonos.
Windmills, wine, lemons, and food. We hopped for some iced coffee, but if anyone has been to Europe, they know from experience that doesn’t exist.
Along the walk, I surprisingly started to fall in love with the island. I say, “surprisingly” because there is no nature to be found where we walked. Everything is manicured. Everything is a dusty white. Everything has a place.
Surely, we were out of place, but isn’t that the roll of tourists?
Like all good tourists, we posed for photos in front of blue doors. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
Camera in hand, we looked for places to snap images like:
doors
staircases
overlooks
And, I’ll admit, Mykonos has a surplus of all the above. The challenge became finding the “right door”, the “right staircase”, or the “right overlook”. In the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was spending this time together, wandering the streets of Mykonos in a bit of disbelief that we were both here for work. Traveling together and seeing a place like this.
The only thing that could have made it better would have been some iced coffee while we played a game of chess in some random amphitheater.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
A Walk in My Backyard with a Camera and a Single Lens
Getting out of the car, today’s walk was going to be short and full. Kristin and Chestnut were joining me for the evening stroll. Yes, it’s day two of my personal challenge to go for a daily photo walk, and this one was a close call. Today was filled with an afternoon of chores; taking Chestnut to the vet, donating stuff to Goodwill, and more boring things like that. The real life of a photographer, am I right?!
December 01, 2025
as always, the full gallery is at the bottom, so skip there if you don’t care about the words
Getting out of the car, today’s walk was going to be short and full. Kristin and Chestnut were joining me for the evening stroll. Yes, it’s day two of my personal challenge to go for a daily photo walk, and this one was a close call. Today was filled with an afternoon of chores; taking Chestnut to the vet, donating stuff to Goodwill, and more boring things like that. The real life of a photographer, am I right?!
Anyways, the day was getting ahead of me, but I packed my camera because I knew this was going to happen. Keeping today’s photo walk close to home, we parked at the trailhead about two blocks from our house so Chestnut could run and I could snap a few frames. Kristin was just along for the ride. Moral support I suppose, or she was feeling some FOMO after seeing yesterday’s photographs.
My watch read 16:21, or 4:21 pm, for those who don’t use military time. BTW I am not in the military, nor was I raised in one, but telling time via military time is one of the best things.
Sunset is roughly 4:45, so I only had 20 minutes to create something. Luckily, the colors were popping like it was nobodies business right outside of the car. Lifting the camera to my face, I snapped my first image of the evening: A golden silhouette of pine trees.
My first frame of the evening. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
My eyes were flooded with the golden light of sunset. While I wanted to stay and snap some more images in the area, Chestnut needed to run, so we continued along the trail to an overlook and let the fluff ball run around, free.
What I Brought On Today’s Photo Walk:
Tamron 28-200mm all-in-one zoom (they have launched a newer model of this, but haven’t tried it yet)
Peak Design Lite strap (I was lucky enough to get the camo version from the Sitka collab that sold out in less than 24 hours and feel cool about that)
“Would you go stand on those rocks so I can take a photo?” I asked Kristin
Without a second thought Kristin responded, “Nope, you’ve taken that before, do something different.”
Damn! Tonight was going to be only landscapes I guess.
While I enjoy taking landscape images, this spot, despite views of Lake Tahoe, is boring without snow. The trees are often in the way and without a drone packed, the foreground is mostly bushes without leaves and dirt.
Not the best recipe for a photograph.
So, I just played around with my camera as the clock ticked, minute after minute. Frame after frame.
Here are some of the shots I tried to create:
A solar flare image - yes, I got one, but it is boring
Kristin and Chestnut walking on a log together with Tallac in the background - Chestnut wanted to play and wouldn’t follow Kristin on the log
A series of Kristin bundled up, cold - she wasn’t happy about these, but I think they are cute
Another moon shot, framed - it worked, but not my favorite
After the sun set, a layer of fog started dancing along the north shore of Lake Tahoe. Follow Dalton on your favorite platform: @storiesbydalton
As the light faded, Chestnut got the zoomies. Terrorizing the dirt, the snow, and barking at us, he sprinted in every direction, often doing circles around Kristin and I. Just the thought of Chestnut and all his craziness makes me smile.
Tonight was good evening walk, even if it was only 29 minutes long.
Looking back, here’s how I could have improved my photo walk:
used the car window to give a sense of place and frame up the golden light in the pines
brought along a drone to reach different angles
taken a timelapse of the fog moving in and out along the north shore
snapped more frames of Chestnut and Kristin
come with an idea other than “to document”
While I am not sure how much this will change the way I shoot, I can say ideas 1,3,&4 are all ways of creating I could have embraced without changing my approach to these photo walks.
Again, thank you to anyone and everyone reading this. If you have enjoyed this journal entry, shoot me an email to say hey: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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The Day’s Gallery
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.
A Late Autumn Walk at Fallen Leaf Lake
Something came over me as I lingered in the CVS parking lot trying to decide if I should continue with the day’s chores or take the Sunday evening off and head for a sunset walk at Fallen Leaf Lake. Looking for some encouragement, I texted Kristin, “Hey! Why don’t you get ready and we go for a sunset hike at fallen leaf?”
November 30, 2025
Something came over me as I lingered in the CVS parking lot trying to decide if I should continue with the day’s chores or take the Sunday evening off and head for a sunset walk at Fallen Leaf Lake. Looking for some encouragement, I texted Kristin, “Hey! Why don’t you get ready and we go for a sunset hike at fallen leaf?”
Turns out, she wanted to stay in.
Feeling the resistance building, I headed home to grab my camera, notebook, and a jacket for the cold.
Looking at my watch, I knew my timing was going to be just after sunset and without any clouds, the sky was going to be boring. In other words, a poor evening for a photo walk. Yet, for the past few months, I’ve been weighed down by my first home remodel and beyond stressed. When I say beyond stressed I mean I’ve got to the hospital three times for a stress induced rash which covers my body from head to toe.
Not pretty.
So, when I decided to pull my camera out and blow the dust off of it for the first time since September, I was reluctant.
At this point, my creativity with the camera has faded away. Ego has created a battle of internal dialogue that I “have to make money” when I pull my camera out instead of just enjoying the cha-chick of the shutter button whenever I feel like it.
While I am a professional photographer, filmmaker, and writer my career has always been focused on the craft of storytelling. I don’t have a trust-fund, so I do have to make money from my art, however money has never been the driving factor for my craft.
So, as simple as taking my camera out for a photo walk that will most likely never make me money may seem, this act has been a first step to reconnecting with my love for the craft of photography.
Walking to Fallen Leaf from the “local’s parking lot”, I was hoping for an epic solar flare with Mount Tallac in the background. This lake has a few dream shots I would like to create, but today was not the day for that. Today was just for fun.
Turning off my music and removing the earbuds, I wanted to hear the lake, the birds, the wind, and everything else.
Dogs barked.
Water sloshed.
Leaves rustled.
I looked for frames, but nothing was good enough for me to push my shutter button.
Wandering out onto some rocks, I figured I would get a different perspective, but nothing. Looking down in disappointment that I couldn’t find something epic. The rocks below the surface of the water caught my eye.
Without putting too much thought into it, I slowed my shutter speed down to 1/2 second and clicked the shutter as I zoomed in and out. Snapped 7 frames, hoping one would be in focus and look cool. Turns out, two of them were halfway decent.
As a glimpse of play returned to my finer tips, I hopped back to the shortline across the rocks which I came then started to look for something new. Ideally, a picture of Mount Tallac.
I tried.
I failed.
I tried again.
I flubbed.
I tried some more and figured I should move on. Nothing was really that great. So, I just walked and let my mind wander. Talking only to myself, I tried to relocate that joy I used to have years ago when all I did was walk around and take photos, admiring the stunning world we are blessed to live upon.
My smile started to return as the rocks crunched under my feet. Looking over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the moon shining bright. So, I zoomed my Tamron 28-200mm lens to its max, 200mm, and focused on the moon.
It was a boring frame.
In an attempt to spice it up, I put a tree in the foreground and clicked.
Not my best work, but something I might touch up later.
I had not realized just how deeply exhausted my creativity has become behind a camera. For the past 8.5 years, I have been honing my craft almost daily. However, the last three years have been a slog. My guy wants to blame the industry for not being very profitable or consistent, but the reality is, I lost the love for pushing myself behind the lens unless I was being paid.
For the last two years, I might have had 10, maybe 20, afternoons like this even walk along Fallen Leaf Lake.
A walk with the camera. No need to make money, just go out an click some frames to honor this beautiful place I call home.
If anyone is actually reading this and are thinking I am a troubled human, maybe slightly depressed, I would disagree. While I have lost my smile, for now, I know that deep down clicking the shutter button makes me very happy and writing little stories like this makes me even more happy.
I just need to give myself permission to do more photo walks and let me ego trip around making money go. Find the passion and love for telling stories for the sake of a good story. Not that this journal entry is a good story, but I think you know what I mean.
Those are the thoughts my ego conjures as I take these images fading into blue hour. A battle in the mind fueled by ego and complicated interwoven story of money and art.
For the last 10 years, my business has been profitable every year. I make an above average income and yet my ego is weirdly unsatisfied. Honestly, I have had an issue with my ego for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I excelled at swimming so much that I thought I had a chance of making Olympic trials. However, I didn’t like the human I had to be to swim at that level, so I gave up the dream to be on a team. That lead me to water polo. I was good, but not great. Meaning, I had no Olympic promise in me, but a good chance I could have played pro in Europe, if I didn’t tear my labrum in my shoulder. However, that forced break from water polo gave me the camera, writing, and a chance to retake my childhood dream of traveling the world and telling stories.
My mind races with each footstep around Fallen Leaf Lake. Recalling this past, reliving these past eight or so years of chasing my childhood dream, and recognizing in 2024 I had the privilege of traveling to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle for storytelling assignments.
At 31, I accomplished my childhood dream.
All of this pulls at the ego as I try snapping images of an average lake under average light.
These are not the Pyramids of Giza or the Northern Lights, it’s the mundane. The beauty of nature as nature. Nothing grand and nothing subtle. Just nature being nature.
Maybe, I have just been too privileged these past few years. Or, maybe, the timing is just perfect.
Angora Peak framed by two stumps. I looked for a spot where branches, roots, or something could encircle Angora Peak and it’s reflection, but no luck. So, as I walked around the rocky beach of Fallen Leaf Lake, I settled for this final frame of the evening.
Clicking the shutter button a few more times, I continue navigating the northern shoreline of Fallen Leaf Lake with my camera. Part of me wishes one of these images were print worthy, but that is just ego talking.
Realizing my face stung from the cold air, I started heading back to the car and home.
Along the way, I snapped a few final frames, the one with the two stumps and Angora Peak in the background is my favorite of the entire evening.
But, along the way, a thought stuck me, “What if I did this every day?” This being a photo walk and short story.
My guess, I would start to regain that love I once had for unpaid outings with my camera and I would start having fun. So, here’s to giving it a shot.
I hope to publish a story a day everyday I am not production. If I can during production days, cool, but not a priority.
We shall see where it goes.
And, if anyone read this story to the end, thank you. If you want to go for a photo walk together sometime, send me an email: dalton@dalton-johnson.com
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The Set of Images Worth Sharing:
About Dalton:
Dalton Johnson is a photographer, filmmaker, and writer.
Over the last 10 years, Dalton’s creative work has taken him to every continent, above the arctic circle, and below the antarctic circle.
His travels are documented in a free, weekly newsletter called UnBound, which is written for those daring to build their dream life.