I went photographing above Garrapata once, with my 8x10. There was a narrow path right off the road, which went up a little rise with a nice overlook to the shore below. I put my wood tripod down, and exposed a couple of negatives. When I was putting my tripod up, I noticed what I mistakenly thought was manzanita low to the ground. My wrists felt kind of funny. That night, sleeping in my Six-Pac, I awoke covered with sores. I went directly home the next day, and was down with a good case of poison oak for a month. Worst case I ever had.
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I went photographing above Garrapata once, with my 8x10. There was a narrow path right off the road, which went up a little rise with a nice overlook to the shore below. I put my wood tripod down, and exposed a couple of negatives. When I was putting my tripod up, I noticed what I mistakenly thought was manzanita low to the ground. My wrists felt kind of funny. That night, sleeping in my Six-Pac, I awoke covered with sores. I went directly home the next day, and was down with a good case of poison oak for a month. Worst case I ever had.
Whoa . . . a month! So far my caution has paid off. Or my luck. Probably both.
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