There I was, sitting in possibly the very same carriage my parents had ridden in 45 years ago on their honeymoon. My friend Erin and I were about to enter The Lost Canyon in Wisconsin Dells, WI. It was a cool fall day and we were ready for the first big adventure of our mini-vacation.
The carriage was filled up with an older couple, ourselves, and a family with cute, entertaining, and well-behaved kids. Oh, and the driver of course.
Erin and I arrived early so we got first dibs on where to sit. Much to Erin’s dismay I chose the very front, right next to the driver and behind the exhaust end of the two horses pulling the large carriage. Thankfully they were wearing “collection bags” so I wasn’t too concerned with unwanted fertilizer flying in our faces.
I have to admit, I chose well. The driver was nice and funny – but not obnoxious or creepy which was a huge plus for us! And the seats? They were perfect. I was able to capture the beauty of the canyon without the backs of heads in every photograph.
As we began our journey through the canyon I didn’t know what to expect. My parents had told us all about their wild ride through the canyon, but ours was slow-paced and peaceful. Our driver thought my parent’s wild ride all those years ago was, perhaps, unintentional!
We learned all about the canyon as we wound our way through the tall sandstone cliffs. The canyon is the longest and deepest canyon in Wisconsin and I have to say it is quite spectacular.
I was challenged by the need to continually adjust the settings on my camera in time to capture the photograph I saw before me, or above me. Light and dark, sunshine and deep shadows all played against the perfect photograph – until they played right into it.
Toward the end of our journey through The Lost Canyon we needed to squeeze through the deep and narrow crevice that first brought us into the canyon. This required great skill by the driver and the horses, and I needed to lean in toward the center of the carriage so I wouldn’t scrape my head against the side of the cliff.
As I leaned in, I looked up and saw a what looked like a rift in time. I knew the lighting would play into my love of silhouettes if I could get the shot. I quickly adjusted my settings, focused on the greenery beyond, and snapped the perfect photograph.
The towering sandstone cliffs stand guard over The Lost Canyon beyond. If you can find your way through the narrow rift you will find yourself transported back to a time of simply beauty and peace – unless you’re like my parents and the horses take you on a wild ride, which is a whole different kind of adventure!
And that, my friends, is the story of how I captured The Rift in Time. (Click to Tweet!)
My only regret is that the leaves had just started to change when we were there. The good news for you is that if you are able to go in the next couple of weeks, they should be spectacular. My thanks to Lost Canyon Tour for an incredible experience!
Until next time,