Walk in the Winds

Each year my brother and I set aside several days in late summer to spend with our sons amidst an area of wilderness.  Each year we find someplace different, somewhere we have never been, and then discover it together. These are cherished memories, and ones that both Father’s and Son’s look back on with fondness.  They are often difficult trips, riddled with challenges along the way.  There are often tears, sore muscles, starvation, dehydration, and what feels like endless miles.  However, through each of the immediate challenges, is the emergence of life long joys.  The sunrise on a mountain morning, the view from the high places, trout on the end of your line, and the solitude that can only be found amidst the trees.  Through the years we learn many lessons together, we teach our son’s the importance of trials, and let them learn for themselves that they are capable of succeeding in difficult things.  We teach them not only the basics of outdoor survival, but help them find the peace and solitude that only wilderness can provide.  They in turn teach us that it is okay to be a kid again.  Yes, these are wonderful times, wonderful memories.

ewinds2016This year we settled on a forty mile loop through the Wind River Range in central Wyoming. The trip encompassed two crossings of the continental divide and 5 days meandering through some of the most beautiful scenery that the lower 48 states can offer. When it comes to the Wind River Range we generally spend our time on the quiet eastern slopes, away from the people and “popular” spots.  This year was the first time we chose to enter through the Big Sandy area and quite honestly, we were shocked at the amount of people.  The parking lot was packed, and the trail was busy…well, until the turn off to Cirque of the Towers.  After the junction, the people dispersed, and once over the continental divide we finally found ourselves alone.

ms2124The mornings in the Wind River range are the most special times of the day. The solitude, glassy water, clean air, and quiet stillness is refreshing to the soul.  It is amazing how tattered and torn ones soul can become from the daily onslaught that society demands.  It is often not noticeable until one comes out into pure wilderness, where the wounds are realized, and a place where they can actually be healed.

Each day we marched on, from Big Sandy to Skull Lake; over Haley Pass and down to Grave Lake; up the Washakie Basin and once again over the divide into the Big Sandy Valley. I always take my camera gear on these trips, but this year I thought I would take along my video equipment as well in an effort to try and capture not only the images, but perhaps the reasons why we do these trips with our sons.  The following short film is what emerged.

I am already looking forward to next summer.


The National Park Project

MS2085The National Park Service was first established on August 25, 1916. A time when we already had 11 designated National Parks within the borders our country. The creation of the National Park Service (NPS) was a monumental event in the history of our country as it became the unified governing body responsible for managing all of our National Parks, Monuments, Recreation Areas and other national treasures.  As an organization it is tasked with maintaining the difficult balance between preservation and exploration, conservation and exploitation of many of our greatest national treasures.  Treasures that are meant to be preserved not only for our own enjoyment, but as a means to learn, interact and inspire our lives.

MS868-HDRThe national parks have been a large part of my life the last 20 years and have become an important part of who I am. Growing up in the pristine Wasatch Mountains of Utah, my family never felt the need to visit any national parks. After all, we already lived in the granite mountains, surrounded by meadows, rivers and unlimited recreational opportunities, so why look elsewhere. Therefore, I never experienced as a youth what our national parks had to offer.  I never saw Canyonlands or Arches, Capitol Reef nor Bryce Canyon.  I remember only one time during my high school years visiting Yellowstone National Park for the day.  It was a much different park back then, but I still felt it’s magic and left with a single impression…more, please.

I vowed that when I had a family of my own, the National Parks were going to be a part of our lives.  As soon as Allison and I got married some 20 years ago, the National Parks became an integral part of our new family culture, and quickly became a treasured part of our lives.  It seems that every vacation, or free weekend availed to us, found us within the parks, hiking, learning, exploring and photographing.  It is within the boundaries of the parks where the pursuit of my photography was not only born, but truly discovered.  The parks have helped shaped the way in which I see the world, and ultimately helped me realize my own personal style of outdoor photography.

DS1017As our family has aged, and increased through the years, the national parks, both domestic and abroad, have always remained a part of our lives. My kids, now growing into young adults, genuinely enjoy the national parks and all the unique experiences they help create.  Okay, they sometimes complain about all the hiking, but once the view or experience at the end is realized, even they are inspired.  This should not be a surprise, after all, they have been waddling through the parks ever since they could walk.  As I look back over the years, I realize that as a family we have seen a great many of our national parks, but not all of them……yet!

AD280This leads to my centennial thought.  I have always wanted to see every park, so, as the National Park Service celebrates it’s 100 year anniversary, I think now is the time to complete this lifelong goal once and for all. My kids only have a few more years left at home, and I want to make sure that they see, and experience every designated National Park before they leave our nest.  They have been in many parks throughout their lifetime, but the caveat with this new goal is that they must remember, and have a unique memory of every single park.  If they can’t remember it, it didn’t happen, and is therefore back on the list to complete.  I have to admit, I am really excited for this next chapter of exploration. Excited to be immersed in my photography again, excited to see and learn more things, but most excited to see the memories light up within the eyes of my kids as they not only discover who they are, but continue to discover this beautiful and unique world that surrounds them.

If you want to follow our adventures as we complete this goal over the next few years, check us out on Instagram @jeffambrosephoto or on Twitter @JBAmbrose as I showcase parks we are currently visiting, or ones we have visited in the past.  If you want to buy some of my photographic prints from our national parks, please visit the Portfolio section of this website and help support a local artist.  Also, feel free to ask any questions or share any thoughts on your own national park adventures.


Paragliding – Managing the Risks

The other day I found myself on yet another airplane crossing yet another section of the western skies. A younger middle aged man was sitting next to me making small talk, asking the same common questions regarding destinations, home, reasons for traveling, etc.  It didn’t take long before we were talking about paragliding and his curiosity surfaced in a game of 20 questions. As paraglider pilots we are used to these questions and always seem to answer them in a positive tone with a smile on our face. It didn’t take too long to get to the most common question, as he looked over and asked “is it safe?”

Normally, this is an easy question and I have often heard pilots answer something like “it’s really safe…even safer than driving your car to work.” This has been a hot topic in my mind the last 18 months, so I decided to answer his question in a little different way. I said, “it depends on your risk tolerance.” I went on to explain that if you are an avid rock climber, road cyclist, backcountry skier, or sky diver then paragliding will likely be the riskiest thing you will ever do in your life.

Training teaches you not only how to react, but gives a healthy respect for how quickly things can go wrong.

This pursuit of flying a piece of fabric and string through the sky is risky business.  If we do not already know that, perhaps it is time for a reality check.  The last year or two there have been a rush of accidents and fatalities, which has caused me to pause and explore why. Has it always been this risky? Are pilots making the wrong decisions, or am I just more aware because I am a bit more seasoned? I believe every incident is unique and has its own set of variables and factors, so there is no one clear cut reason.  The one thing that is clear cut, is that severe accidents and fatalities are a reality.

Historically, the best way to determine risk is usually to look at the numbers. I am an engineer by training and with post graduate degrees in applied mathematics, statistical analysis and an unhealthy appreciation for the laws of energy and physics. When things are unclear, I often turn to these scientific baselines for clarification. Let me try and use simple fifth grade mathematics to explain the risks of paragliding.

As of 2015 there were approximately 6,700 registered paraglider pilots in the US. That same year there were at least 8 fatalities that I know of nationally.  Assuming that approximately 2/3 of registered pilots are active pilots (the larger demographic having accidents), simple math equates the annual risk of fatality amongst US paraglider pilots to be approximately 1 in 550.  Keep in mind this is for trained, active pilots and members holding pilot endorsements under our national organization. So, how does this 1 in 550 annual fatality number compare with annually fatality rates of other pursuits? Skiing is 1 in 1,400,000 annually. Bungee Jumping is 1 in 500,000 annually. Road Biking is 1 in 100,000 annually and similarly Skydiving is 1 in 100,000 annually. Racing motorcycles is 1 in 1,000 annually. Climbing in Nepal is 1 in 145 annually. Finally, Base Jumping is 1 in 60 annually.  Paragliding, a pursuit we so often proclaim to be so safe is actually pretty dangerous for us active, rated, and endorsed pilots.

Within our local community here in the Rockies, which is one of the most active in the country, I have noticed through the years a rate of about 10 serious accidents for every one fatality.  A serious accident usually involves a broken back, broken legs or major trauma to the body thus landing oneself in the hospital for an extended stay. Mathematically, this leads to yet another statistical probability that as active, rated and endorsed paraglider pilots our chance of landing in the hospital with major trauma is 1 in 55 annually. That means I am 3 times more likely to break my back this year paragliding than die climbing in Nepal. I do not want to break my body any more than I want to meet my end on this earth, so 1 in 55 becomes an unacceptable number to me.

Too many friends from this historic picture have since been broken while paragliding…and it’s only 3 years old.

They say knowledge is power, and power creates change. Knowing now the statistical risks stacked against us as paraglider pilots does this then change the way we approach flying? It does for me.  Free flight is a miracle, a pursuit that rivals only dreams and once you experience this new dimension of the world, it is difficult to give up.  I would argue that we do not have to give up on free flight, but rather use the knowledge to manage the risks.  How to manage those risks has been a healthy conversation the last 12 months amongst several of my mountain flying companions.

I will be the first to admit I am just a student of free flight, not a teacher. I do not pretend to know everything. I am also keenly aware I have made bad decisions in the past, decisions that required luck to be on my side. Unfortunately, I am sure to make some in the future. That being said, I thought I would share a few thoughts on how me, and a few of my fellow pilots do our best at managing some of those risks:

  1. Get SIV training. Although vital to ones development of skills many think of it as just a way to learn to get out of situations when things go wrong. The most important thing I learned from my first SIV training was that I NEVER wanted to have to do that stuff in the real world. It was a good reminder to make good decisions long before I ever had to call upon those skills.
  2. Never stop flying! Many pilots put their gear away for the winter, then dust it off in the spring and think they are still good, sharp pilots.  News flash, you’re not!  Spring is the most demanding and dangerous air of the year, and thus the time we see many accidents occur.  You need to keep flying all the time in order to stay fresh and sharp. Besides, winter air will teach you more about how your wing flies than any other time of the year.
  3. Determine your risk tolerance. Everyone has a different tolerance to risk based on life status, responsibilities, age, health, goals, etc. Find out what your tolerance is and chose a group of like minded pilots who share that same tolerance level. Then use that group to hold each other accountable when making decisions. This has been very helpful to me learning and listening to my friends!
  4. Survey the conditions of the air and always understand which side of the energy equation you are flying on. If you do not understand how to properly survey the energy, talk to someone who does. In my mind, this is the most important assessment you can make before flying. Talking with many of my friends who have been injured, in almost all cases, they were on the wrong side of the equation. I have flown on the wrong side too many times in the past and am making a conscious effort not to do it again.
  5. Never feel bad walking down or choosing not to fly. That is one of the great things I have noticed about the mountain flying community. When you decide not to fly for whatever reason, nobody questions or mocks your decision. If you ever get that feeling you shouldn’t fly, then trust your gut and don’t.

20140802_10I explained to the middle aged man seated next to me on the plane, that although paragliding appears risky, if you make good decisions, chose the right group of pilots and approach it more like aviation rather than sport, those risks can be managed. I shared a few photographs, stories and it didn’t take long for him to see this magic that paragliding offers. I still feel so lucky to have been touched by paragliding, by free flight and the experiences, friendships, and perspectives of this world it has offered. As we launch into another year of spectacular adventures, may we all work towards managing the risks both individually and as a community. Knowledge is power, and power creates change.  See you in the sky, hopefully somewhere high above the mountains.