Jefferson Creek

When I was much younger my old man and i would come to this place to relax and be away from the monotony of daily life. These waters are provided by the fresh snow melt and are so clean that you can drink from them. Fishing, a little swimming (me not him, its pretty cold after all), camping and just wandering around the middle of no where in the solitude of the natural surroundings. This is pretty much where I grew up, almost all of my childhood memories involve this place or other similar locations in Washington state's Olympic mountains. This is where I learned to drive, to take photos, to make a camp fire (lots of gas and matches), and in this very hole I pulled out the biggest Trout ive ever caught. When I took this photo I did what my old man would call "crazy", as usual the water here is just a wee bit over freezing and me, not fearing cold one bit, with tripod and camera in hand, waded right into the middle of the fast current until the water was up to my chest, set up the tripod, and stood there for half an hour taking long exposures. Another term the old man would refer to me as in this situation would be "dumb ass"

Mamiya 6, Mamiya 75mm f/3.5 G lens, Fuji Velvia 100F 120 sized medium format film.