I camped at Canyonlands the next night with the idea of waking up early to get the classic (aka clichéd) shot of the sun rising inside Mesa Arch. That night before sunset, after walking around the Grand View Point area, I made the short hike to Mesa Arch to get a sense of the different angles I might want to try the next morning.
I smiled politely and buried my head in my camera, hoping he would take the hint, but no luck. Instead he asked if I’d take a photo of him with the arch in the background. No problem, I agreed, and took his camera. “I want to do something kind of sexy,” he said. Whatever expression appeared on my face prompted him to clarify. “Nothing pornographic, of course.” That was a relief for all of us, including the young children in the vicinity. “I’m just going to flex. This one is for my wife.” After taking the shot I managed to lose the guy by walking him right into the path of some other hapless tourist – basically a National Park version of the pick-and-roll.
My luck at Mesa Arch the next morning wasn’t much better. I arrived about 15 minutes before sunrise, wondering if I might have the place to myself but instead finding two other photographers there already, tripods firmly planted. Thankfully they turned out to be friendly and knowledgeable, and we agreed to try to stay out of each other’s way. Foolishly I began to feel optimistic. And right at that point – literally just a couple of minutes before sunrise – the bottom dropped out. We started to hear a clamor coming from the direction of the parking lot, and then they started popping into view: about 40 Japanese tourists streaming down the hill towards us, yelling and jogging, cameras in hand. In some ways it reminded me of the boot camp scene in the movie <Stripes, where the recruits run down the hill to the obstacle course, tripping and screaming, with John Candy way overshooting the course because he’s unable to stop. Much like John Larroquette, I was chilled by the sight.
The tourists immediately swarmed the arch and got into our shot. “Can you please move?” asked the photographer next to me. No answer. “Hey, you’re in our shot, can you please move?” he said again, much louder this time. Still no answer. Thirty seconds until sunrise. “Hey,” all three of us shouted, “MOVE!”
“Say please!” shouted back the tourist who was the most blatant offender. He was actually standing on top of the arch, right in front of us. The three of us yelled “We did!” and wondered if a well-thrown rock might knock him off. Thankfully he moved, not all the way out of our shot but far enough to the side that we could crop or Photoshop him out.
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Hey Rob! I applaud your attempts to get rid of the obnoxious tourists! Haha it makes for a good story, even though it was a pain 🙂
I really like the “classic shot” of the Mesa Arch at sunrise- it's goregous! Also I forgot to mention how impressed I was by your interactions with the other tourist and how you had to drop him by walking towards a new group of unsuspecting targets 🙂 Good job!
All of the arches photos are goregous! Someday you should lead a family tour around the national parks!
O and Marie better come to KC with you sometime!! We're counting on it 🙂
PS- You're blogs are always one of the highlights of my day- always so incredibly entertaining to hear about the latest insane tourists or difficult shots, as well as the random falls you take while shooting up high 🙂