It's all about Family: Part Deux

A few weeks ago I wrote about being with family members at Thanksgiving and how I felt about the whole experience.  At that time I vowed to spend more time traveling to visit family and take fewer solo photo trips and I have just had that resolve strengthened.  Here's why....

They say Christmas is for children and family and I've come to believe that may be one of the truest statements I've ever heard.  This year, for the first time in a few years, we were together as a family for Christmas.  Heather has come home after some time at Eastern New Mexico University in Roswell.  Granted, she was home for Christmas break every year but this time we didn't have to drive 1000 miles round trip to get her.  Chris has boomeranged and is back home with us.  In the past he's usually been home for Christmas but this one is special because (we hope) his health concerns of 2009 are behind him.

Mostly, though, this Christmas was special because Erin and her family came home from Phoenix for a week.  We've not all been together at Christmas for at least 5 years and I was surprised at how much I'd missed it. Especially because Granddaughter Katrina was home and the magic is back in Christmas.  Katrina is 10 now and still a bit of a child though she's growing up quickly.  But I have to say there is nothing to compare to the look in her eyes and on her face when opening a gift that she really really wanted.  Christmas truly is for children.

But that's not the only thing that's got me feeling so maudlin.  Our family tradition, started long ago by the Bean families that preceded ours, is that we all gather on Christmas Eve to eat chili and open gifts from each other.  Then we go to bed and when we wake up in the morning, Santa has visited with more gifts.  It's a time honored tradition and one that's going to be around for at least as long as I am.

So there we were on Christmas Eve.  Erin was in the kitchen baking a pie and I was working on the chili.  I've never cooked WITH someone and the delight of sharing my new kitchen with my eldest child is a feeling I won't soon forget.  We bumped into each other a few times, laughed, joked, and told stories from when she was Katrina's age.  The eggnog was tasty, the pie was good I'm sure, and the chili was killer as always.

While we were cooking, the laughter and shouting started wafting up from the family room.  Chris, Heather, and Katrina were playing Super Mario Brothers on the Wii.  The laughter and smack talking was music to my ears sweeter than the greatest symphony.  It made me grin like a fool just hearing them.  Then it was time to eat and we gathered in the dining room for the first time in a long time.  We moved into our house a week before Chris was born and he turned 24 in July.  Shortly after moving in we bought a table for the kitchen and ate all our meals there.  Two toddlers and a baby...not a good mix for a formal dining room with very light tan carpet.  Having remodeled the kitchen this summer, we now have seating in there for only 3 or 4 max so with 7 people in the house it was time for the dining room. 

Erin started in first, saying she thinks she remembered eating in the dining room once.  Heather couldn't remember and Chris said "this is weird...I've NEVER eaten in this room."  We had a great laugh about that and the stories started flowing.  We went through some of the things that happened when the kids were small and discovered, to Judy's shock, that all the kids had snooped for Christmas presents over the years, looking in all the logical hiding places, and Erin had even unwrapped some packages to see what was inside then re wrapped them to hide the evidence.  To her credit, she always was able to feign surprise but hey, I was a kid once and knew all the tricks.  It was no surprise to me. 

After finishing some darn good chili we adjourned to the living room and spent the next hour or so opening presents.  We open in turns, starting with the youngest and going according to age.  I mentioned earlier and I'll restate it, there is NOTHING like the look on Katrina's face when she unwrapped presents she was hoping for.  That's why Christmas is definitely for children.  Always has been, always will be...

After opening gifts we had some more eggnog and sat around telling a few more stories before Erin, Sean, and Katrina headed off to spend the night at Sean's mother's house.  I was sorry to see the night end but happy in the knowledge that this Christmas was one of the best ever...at least since I was a child.  And I'm secure in the knowledge that from this point on, no matter how far apart we are, I will do everything in my power to bring the family together every Christmas.  Yes, it's for children, but it's also for Families. 

Merry Christmas everyone!

Best of the Best

I like to keep up with what's going on in the photographic community so I regularly read a lot of blogs written by other photographers.  One I read this evening detailed going through all the files from 2010 to pick the Best of the Best.  Not a bad idea and one that I may adopt and put into place after the New Year.  For now, though, I've already picked 2 of my favorites from the year and they both are shown above.  The image of Jackson Lake and the Grand Tetons is one of my favorite images of all time and from a purely photographic standpoint it is probably one of the 10 best images I've ever created.  Recently it was selected by my fellow employees to be on the cover of a calendar put together by my employer.  Because my image was selected, the proceeds from sales of the calendar will go to the charity of my choice, Special Olympics of Colorado.  (It's not available to the public but if you'd like to spend $5 on a decent calendar and know your money is going to a good cause, let me know.)  But that's not why I chose it as one of my favorites.  The other image of a sunset taken in the desert near Queen Creek, AZ is probably not as technically good.  If I weren't so lazy I would go into Photoshop and clone out the jet contrails in the sky and I'll get that done soon but for now, I love the image just the way it is.  Here's the story on both.....

My daughter, Heather, is a wonderful young woman.  She's a Special Needs kid and part of the reason I selected SOCO for my charity is because of her history competing in Special Olympics. Before heading off to Roswell, NM to attend college a few years ago, Heather was 8 times defending State Champion in Special Olympics gymnastics and it was a wonderful experience for her so naturally, I'm a bit biased towards Special Olympics. 

While she was going to school in Roswell she learned many things and researched a lot of stuff and about 2 years ago she started asking me to take her to Yellowstone.  We'd been there once when she was much younger but only passing through on the way from South Dakota to San Francisco.  Well, I love Yellowstone and can always use an excuse to go so we started planning and in May, 2010 we packed up and headed north.  We spent 3 days in Yellowstone and 2 days in Grand Teton National Parks and saw some amazing things.  Mostly, though, the company was wonderful and being able to show Heather the parks for the first time was very special to me.  Creating a wonderful image like this one was a bonus.

The desert sunset came to be in a similar manner.  When my oldest daughter, Erin, and her family lived here in Colorado we got to spend a lot of time with granddaughter Katrina.  We were built in babysitters nearly every weekend and saw her several times each week.  It nearly tore my heart out when they moved to Arizona but it was a good move for the kids and they really love living there.  That was 6 years ago and Katrina is now 10 years old going on 11 and quite the young lady.  Naturally, I try to visit as often as I can which is not nearly as much as I'd like but being a seamhead (baseball fan) I take advantage of the situation and almost every year make a trip to AZ in March to spend time with my girls and see some Rockies spring training games.  This year I made that pilgrimage and one afternoon when I was heading out to San Tan Mountain Park to photograph a sunset I asked Katrina if she'd like to go.  To my delight she said yes so we took off.  We talked about a lot of stuff and took a short hike to which led us to the image you see.  It's probably not the most technically perfect image I've ever created but I have a new hiking buddy and who knows...I may even turn her into a photographer like Poppaw! 

So there you have it...my two favorite images of 2010.  The images are nice, the trips were great, and the company was exceptional.  Not bad!

It's all about Family

You've heard the sayings a million times:  Blood is thicker than water...Family comes first...and there are many others you've heard.  But have you really ever given them a second thought?  I've heard them too but for a while now I've been paying little attention to them.  Oh sure, I made it to all of Heather's year end activities while she was away at college.  And I made it to all of her Special Olympics performances.  When Chris was young I was at every ballgame and most practices.  One year I even coached his baseball team. (If any of you Dads are thinking of doing that, call me...Please!)  When the girls were little I took them to swimming lessons and gymnastics lessons and suffered the indignity of being the only father at Mom and Tot activities. 

I spoke with my parents fairly regularly when they moved away and saw them as often as we could.  Many times on a 3 day weekend Judy and I would pack the kids in the car Friday after work.  We'd drive to Limon and stop for chicken nuggets at McDonalds followed by ice cream at the railroad car across the parking lot from McD's.  Then we'd bundle the kinds in their jammies and drive the rest of the night to Wichita and spend a couple days with my parents and sisters.  It was a bit tougher when my Dad retired from Boeing for the second time and moved to Holdenville, Oklahoma but we still tried to see them regularly. 

I'm not sure what happened or when but after my Dad and then my Mom passed, we started visiting Judy's parents more often.  We made the occasional trip to visit my sisters and their families but not nearly as often as before.  And over the next several years they dwindled to almost never.  Oh sure, we made a point to visit for the Bean family reunion in 2007, and I made a quick trip to Wichita in 2009 for my High School reunion, but visits there as a family have been virtually nonexistent. 

I haven't helped much either.  The past few years I've exhausted my vacation time on solo photo trips.  When my kids or my sisters started bugging me that we haven't visited Wichita enough it was easy to justify by saying  there is no vacation time left.  There were visits from both my sisters and some of my nieces here in Colorado from time to time but trips to Wichita were only for special occasions and my family is starting to get restless. 

Recently two visits have caused me to rethink my vacation time and how it's spent.  In October I visited Phoenix and spent a wonderful evening and morning with my Daughter and Granddaughter before heading out on a photo trip.  Yes, I admit it...I spent more time creating images than I did with my girls and it hurt when I had to leave. 

Most recently two of my nieces rented a cabin in the mountains west of Colorado Springs and were there for Thanksgiving.  We arranged for my family to visit them and I cooked a turkey and stuffing for the meal.  We had a great visit and, again, I was sad to leave.  All the way home I was thinking of how I've neglecting my side of the family.  It's not been intentional, just inconvenient.  And that's got to change.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not going to stop taking photo trips.  Those solo jaunts are what keeps me sane.  Cutting off the photo trips would be a very bad thing for me and Judy and the kids.  So that's not going to happen.  What I can do, though, is to take long weekend trips instead of devoting a full week to trips.  And in doing so I can save some vacation time for visits to family either in Kansas or South Dakota.

By now you're probably wondering why there is a photo of a Christmas Cactus accompanying this essay.  Well, it's got to do with a family visit.  My daughter, Erin, and her family are coming home for Christmas.  They live in Phoenix and I figured I needed a way to make them feel at home so today when I put the lights up for the season I included the cacti.  Should do the trick, right? 

What's the Big Deal?

For the record, (and it is a record...2 blogs in a row without a photo) I have no issues with heightened security measures laid on by TSA.  I understand my politics and beliefs may be light years diametrically opposed to those of many of the young people I work with and certainly some of my more liberal photographer friends.  I hope this won't start too many arguments because I'm not going to change your minds and you aren't going to change mine so please, indulge me for a few minutes. 

Like most Americans I was sickened and outraged by the events of 9/11.  I believe to the core of my being that despite what some government officials say we are in a war.  A war on terrorism.  And I don't believe we are trying very hard to win the war which saddens me greatly.  I'm not yet at the point of "..Kill them all and let God sort it out."  But I do believe we are in peril every day of our lives and we need to be ever vigilant.  And that's the point of this discussion.

Many people are becoming indignant and outraged by the more thorough frisking recently implemented by TSA at Denver International Airport.  I haven't watched much national news lately but the stories on our local news channels are multiplying like rabbits.  Just this morning I watched a report on 9News in Denver and therein lies my issue. 

The story had the usual voiceover by one of the news reporters accompanied by footage of about 12 or 15 people suffering the "indignity" of being frisked by TSA agents.  I saw it first last night on the 10 o'clock news and again this morning on 9News at 5am.  Last night there was a disturbing thought tickling at the back of my mind and it was confirmed this morning when I saw the report for the second time.  Of the 12 or 15 people being frisked, EVERY SINGLE ONE was a middle aged or older Caucasian.  No young people, no people of color, all of them were older white men and women. 

Maybe it's because I'm an older overweight balding white guy and quite possibly I'm overreacting but I'm pretty sure that a 70 year old Grandmother from Middle America doesn't quite fit the terrorist demographic.  I'm fairly certain that Mrs. Butterworth isn't going to stuff a chunk of C4 or Semtex in her bra and take out a commuter flight to Billings.  I'm equally certain that a Wilford Brimley look-alike isn't going to mold plastic explosives into his sneakers and blow Griz off the tail of a Frontier flight.

With this in mind I'm left with a head full of questions.  I understand that reporters have certain artistic license in editing so was this purposely edited in a manner to inflame and outrage people like me?  Are they really frisking a valid cross section of the mass of humanity that will pass through DIA this week or was the news report really representative of the people they select "at random" to be more thoroughly screened?  I could go on and on but I think you get the point by now so let's cut to the chase.

Given the events of 9/11 followed by the shoe bomber and later the underwear bomber, followed by the SUV full of explosives in Times Square and many other terrorist plots, I'm stunned into disbelief by the hue and cry raised by people who object to being frisked.  To those people I would ask only 1 thing:  Consider the alternative.  Think back to images of the space shuttle that exploded and the video of the flaming wreckage falling back to earth.  When faced with that prospect I really have very little problem with the thought of someone brushing the back of his hand against my junk.  If that's what it takes to keep my flight from going out in a blaze of glory, show me where I need to stand and get gloved up.

And one more thing:  If you really seriously object to having your junk brushed and your cheeks squeezed, shut up and go through the full body scanner.  It's not going to kill you.  Less security just might.

Peace, Out.

Stoopid Photographer Tricks

You may notice that unlike most of my other blogs, this one doesn't open with an image.  It's a little unusual for me to do that but I'll explain:

So there I am, standing behind the tripod.  Got the right lens, cable release attached, tripod leveled and image composed.  A very symmetrical line of huge old cottonwood trees that were planted in a straight row several decades ago silhouetted against a colorful morning sky.  Got my Rocket J Squirrel hat on to keep my ears warm and my light warm gloves since it's only 25 degrees out there.  I reach down to press the release button on the cable release and simultaneously glance at the LCD display to check out the histogram for exposure data and......see a 3 word phrase that reminds me how dumb I can be at times:  NO CF CARD.  That's right, no card in the camera and my backpack with extra cards is back in the car 200 yards away.  Hence, no sunrise image.  Just as well though.  After two of the most spectacular sunrises I've ever seen the past 2 days, the color this morning was pretty lame.  But that's not the point.  See, Photographers can sometimes be a bit distracted during the creative process.  I've detailed it before in a blog that talks about being in the creative "zone."  And the result is often what I call Stoopid Photographer Tricks. 

Over the years I've had my share of SPT's and I'm not proud of them but as Will Rogers once said, "Everything is funny when it happens to someone else."  With that in mind, here are a couple of my more memorable SPT's.

Several years ago in the early 90's when I was trying to convince Judy that I needed to buy a large format camera to improve my images, I devised a foolproof strategy.  The deal was to borrow a 4X5 camera from my workplace and head up to Rocky Mountain National Park where I would shoot a large format transparency of a beautiful mountain scene and shoot the same scene on 35mm so I could demonstrate the additional quality available from 4X5.  I found a great shot of the Colorado River flowing through a meadow in the Weimenuche Valley and started setting up for the shot only to discover that the camera I borrowed had a 3/8" threaded socket while my tripod was 1/4".  Basically, I couldn't mount the 5 pound camera and lens on my tripod and I'm not foolish enough to even contemplate hand holding a 4X5 studio camera.  I made my living at the time by checking details like that before sending a camera out on a rental so how was I able to get 100 miles from home with an unusable camera?  SPT.  I solved the delima by taking the head off my tripod and bolting the camera directly to the legs with no leveling head.  I leveled the camera by adjusting the legs of the tripod.  It was cumbersome but I got the shot and later when I dropped the 4X5 on the light table next to the same shot on 35mm slide film it was a slam dunk and 2 days later I had my own 4X5.

A few years later I was visiting the In-Laws at their ranch in the Black Hills of South Dakota and one morning I decide to hike up the hill from the ranch and try to duplicate the angle of photograph taken of their valley in the late 1890's.  (Yes, I had that idea years before John Fielder's book of then and now photos came out)  When I got up on the bluff where the old image was taken from it was pretty easy to align my camera using some rock formations as a reference.  I set up the tripod, got the 4X5 out of the backpack, and.......discovered that during my hike the tightening knob for the quick release mount on my Studioball head was missing.  Again, there was no way to mount the camera on the tripod.  I backtracked the way I'd come with the phrase "needle in a haystack" running through my mind.  Fortunately I was able to find the knob AND the two little springs and bracket to make the head functional.  This was a typical problem with the Studioball head and I knew it but for some reason when I finished shooting the previous afternoon I hadn't tightened the knob to keep it from vibrating loose.  SPT. 

Both of those episodes ended well with me getting the shot I wanted though not as easily as I should have.  But not every SPT ends well.  About the same time frame as those incidents I borrowed a Canon 500mm f4 lens to photograph some elk in Rocky Mountain National Park.  This was before I had switched to the Studioball and my tripod head at the time was a Bogen ballhead with the typical Bogen octagonal quick release plate and lever release.  This was an early version of the head before Bogen installed a safety release button on the lever release.  Anyway, I finished shooting one morning and as usual I set the tripod next to the sliding door to  my van and started packing equipment like I always did.  First, take the camera body off the lens and pack it away then pack the lens.  Simple, right?  Well, this time I dismounted the camera body and when I was turning to put it in my backpack the strap got caught on the lever release of the ballhead, releasing the lens.  Naturally, without the camera and motor drive to balance the lens it was front heavy and I will never forget the sinking feeling in my stomach as I watched a $5000 lens plummet to the asphalt.  I was fortunate that the hood was still on so the front glass wasn't damaged but the impact did enough damage to the lens that I was out a pretty hefty repair bill to get it fixed up by Canon USA.  Probably my most devastating SPT ever and certainly the most expensive. 

There have been many more Stoopid Photographer Tricks over the years though none have been as costly as the Canon Lens trick and I must have morphed into someone else because when I think of them I have to chuckle.  And that's exactly what I did this morning when I had no memory card to shoot with. 

So how bout you?  Let's hear about your most amusing SPT.  Leave a comment and let's talk it over. 

Another Year Older

Photographically speaking, 2010 is done.  Cameras and lenses have been cleaned and stowed.  Memory cards have been downloaded to both computers and my external hard drive.  The best of the best files have been edited and uploaded to the website.  Now only 2 chores remain:  I need to select an image to print for my annual special edition Christmas cards and I need to pick my favorite image and print it for the 2011 Rocky Mountain Nature Photographers White Elephant Print exchange.  Simple, right?  Not so fast, camera boy.....I've taken some pretty remarkable photo trips this year and choosing a favorite image is more difficult than I thought it would be.

**After further reflection I decided to add this link to a gallery on my website containing all the images referenced below.  This way you don't have to click on every one then hit the back button on the browser to get back to the blog. http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/portfolio133636.html

In January we had to take Heather back to Eastern New Mexico University in Roswell and I was able to detour for a sunset and sunrise shooting at Bosque Del Apache.  I'd heard of Bosque and read about it for years but this was my first trip there and it was amazing.  Thousands of Sandhill Cranes, tens of thousands of Snow Geese.  And despite my inexperience at shooting birds in flight I was able to make some wonderful images including this one:  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo7555642.html 

In March I made my annual pilgrimage to Phoenix to visit my Daughter and Granddaughter.  We saw a Rockies spring training game and I was able to slip off one morning for a drive up the Apache Trail where I captured some extraordinary images.  Here's my favorite from that shoot:  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo5180843.html

Heather was home again for a late spring break and to celebrate her upcoming graduation she and I took a trip to visit Yellowstone and Grand Teton parks.  She's been asking me for a while to go there and this was our chance.  We saw grizzly bears, black bears, elk, bison, moose, coyotes, and of course the wonderful scenery.  I've always loved seeing the Tetons and on this trip the weather conditions came together for a terrific sunrise.  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo5269818.html

July saw us on 2 trips.  Judy and I spent 4th of July weekend at a lovely B&B in Taos and even though the main focus (pun intended) of the trip was not photography, heck, I never travel without at least 1 camera.  I found some images around Taos, mostly of the architecture there and found a wonderful image at the church in Rancho De Taos.  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo5504914.html

Later in July we were back in Roswell again for Heather's graduation.  We had 2 vehicles so I made a side trip on the way back home that was pretty uneventful.  Despite that, I was able to shoot one sunrise that proved to be one of the most colorful ones I've ever seen.  They really play up the alien thing in Roswell and the way the trees glow at sunrise....well, you be the judge. http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo5907679.html

There were no special photo trips in August but I did spend a little time in the sunflower fields north of Longmont and came home with some very nice images.  I'm in the process of printing a 5 print series for a wall display and this is one of my favorites.  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo5931259.html

In September we traveled to South Dakota for a family visit and I was able to spend an afternoon shooting in the Badlands.  I'd shot there before but as nearly as I can remember it was nearly 30 years ago so I was quite excited to spend some time there again.  Some nice images and one terrific sunset.
http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo6237648.html 

Then October.  At the end of the month I had some vacation time to burn so I flew to Phoenix for a long weekend with Erin and her family and a side trip to Sedona.  I always love spending time with my girls and Sedona was incredible.  I spent one afternoon in West Fork Canyon photographing fall colors and had a terrific time.  Here is my favorite from that trip.  http://wcbeanphoto.photium.com/photo7427256.html

Now it's November and I've just celebrated (?) another birthday which has caused me to be a bit maudlin and reflect on what I've done this year.  I took some wonderful trips and created some images that really move me.  As far as deciding which is my favorite, well, I just can't.  So I've opened this blog with an image of my favorite Greek Goddess, my granddaughter Katrina.  Funny that I've created so many wonderful images this year but my hands down favorite is this one that I didn't shoot. 

So which one is your favorite?  Leave a comment and let me know.

I seeeee Nothink!

I don't usually go on rants and I'm not going to go off this time. Well, maybe just a little, but mostly I want to discuss what I perceive to be a disturbing trend in the National Parks and National Forests. It might be that I'm just paranoid, or there could be a completely plausible explanation. Then, again, maybe I'm onto something.

It has to do with Rangers and my attempts at information gathering. Don't get me wrong, I have tremendous respect for the men and women that work for the Park Service or Forest Service. They have terribly difficult jobs to do and they take it all in stride and smile through even the most inane of questions. They spend a good deal of their time protecting fuzzy woodland creatures from idiot people and equally as much time protecting the people from the creatures. A thankless job? In most cases...but when I was in college in the 70's one of my ambitions was to be Mr. Ranger Sir. I even spent 2 summers working for the U.S. Forest Service based in Darrington, WA.

In the more recent past I've had the opportunity to spend time in several National Parks and Monuments and travelled through countless National Forests and I've always been impressed with the amount of information I could gather in a 5 minute conversation with one of the rangers. Where have the wolves or grizzlies been most frequently spotted? Where are the most impressive displays of wildflowers? Is there a bigger bull elk in Morraine Park than the one I've been photographing in Horseshoe Park? All the information I need to be successful in my never ending search for new images. But lately there's been a change, and I don't much like it.

I started getting this feeling in the summer of 2009. I was planning a trip to Southeast Utah for 8 days of photography and started doing my usual research to get more information on how to find a site called False Kiva in Canyonlands National Park. I knew that several of the folks posting on one of the forums I read had been there and others had tried to find it unsuccessfully. The trend that ran through most of the threads was that while Park Rangers are obligated to disclose it's location, they would often refuse or simply not comment. I understand the concept behind non-disclosure of the locations of fragile cliff dwellings or rock art. The amount of vandalism is unbelievable so I don't have much of a problem with keeping those places secret. But False Kiva isn't in that category and to flatly refuse to divulge it's location is concerning.

When I visited Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks in 2007 I spent quite a bit of time talking to rangers in both parks about where I could most likely find the critters I wanted to photograph and in every instance they were very forthcoming with the information though with the caveat that animals are very unpredictable and their information might not be accurate. They even kept a notebook of animal sightings on the counter at the visitor centers so you could see where the most critters were being spotted. But in 2010 that was all changed.

When Heather and I visited Yellowstone and Grand Teton parks in May of this year I naturally went to the Rangers for information....and was stonewalled. When asked if there were any fresh carcasses near roads I was given no information. When I asked where to find the nest of the Great Horned Owl near the visitor center in Mammoth nobody seemed to know. In Grand Teton when I asked if anyone had spotted Bear #399 they looked at me like I was speaking Martian. Not only that, but the notebooks containing records of sightings were nowhere to be found.

More recently I visited Coconino National Forest and the area around Sedona, AZ for a quick shooting trip. I stopped at the Visitor Center south of the Village of Oak Creek to look at maps and get some information. One of the folks in a Ranger uniform was literally following me around asking if I had any questions or needed help with anything. When I asked about the West Fork of Oak Creek Canyon he was only too happy to point it out on the map but when I asked how far up the Canyon I had to go to find the overhang with the reflecting pool, again I got the look like I was speaking a language from outer space. It was as if someone had flipped his switch to the OFF position. There was even a large photo of the area in question hanging on the wall and I pointed to it when I asked the question. No response...

I suppose it's possible that all the Rangers I approached honestly didn't know the answers to the questions I was asking but consider this: Rangers in Yellowstone and Grand Teton are tasked with controlling traffic for critter jams and also for removing carcasses that are too close to the road so Joe Tourist won't get chewed by a bear. They have radios and everyone on the Park frequency knows instantly where the jams are. The West Fork of Oak Creek is billed in every tourist guide as "..the most popular day hike in Arizona" yet nobody seemed to know where to find the location I was interested in. Coincidence? I think not!

How bout you? Have you experienced similar refusals to disclose information at a National Park or Monument? Leave a comment and let's hear about it.