Then I noticed that the rivers were not all that hgh due to little rain in the past week. So I figured to simply explore a valley I had in mind as a possible Hyperion location. Not to look for the tree – only get a feel for the forest.

Turns out that the sun offered enough day length to inspire going up a tributary farther, and I happened to locate Hyperion anyway. Spent plenty of time in the water, but quite a while on the hillsides.

Managed to get a few photos, and the image I posted from my page and albums are the first photos of Hyperion to ever surface online as far as I know.

Took no tripod because I didn’t know what I was getting into. So no decent shots with me. Got one of myself on the dark side, using my knife stuck into a log as a camera support. But not a good image at all. Am satisfied with the one shot that I’m using though.

The valley was gorgeous. Moss everywhere, colorful rock in the stream and some fish scooting around Anyhow, it was a cool surprise.

That’s a bit of feedback that won’t be all on the page.

Cheers,

Mario Vaden

I’m going to take a guess.

It’s probably either a western red cedar or a Port Orford cedar.

I’ll lean to the Port Orford a bit due to the slight droop on the twig ends.

I know it’s not a western hemlock which would be more layered.

Cheers,

MDV

Re fog, here’s what Steve Coll of the New Yorker writes about fog in Pakistan, from where he’s currently reporting:

This is the time of year when cold dense fogs descend on northern India and eastern Pakistan. They have a wonderful quality about them – wet, billowy, pervasive, chilling. They’re fogs of the sort you imagine gripped Edwardian London – they smell of smoke and factory pollutants. Perhaps it would be unhealthy to revel in them for years on end, but surely a few days here and there can do no harm.