Wait one year for permit. Hike in to Wave with good buddy Steve Turner. Get excited. Take exactly 6 frames. Notice tripod ball head failure. Look at watch to judge time in Wave so far. 3 minutes. Swear. Pout. Swear again. Throw stuff. Threaten to steal tripod from nice German couple. Swear some more.
And this is how it went. With my tripod friction lock, er, locked, and my ballhead flopping around like a pre-viagra seniors party, I figured I was stuffed. Steve and I had planned on staying until the last minutes of sunset, but there would be no way to handhold a shot in such low light. Resigned to my fate, the conversation drifted erratically until...
Steve: "WAIT! I can use a diaper!".
Me: "A what?"
Steve: "Yeah, I think my diaper will work!".
(Produces a diaper).
Now, a lot of questions were going through my mind.
1) Why does Steve have a diaper? I mean, he's not THAT old.
2) Far be it from me to cast stones, as I've had my share of adult potty accidents in my life, but what if he NEEDS this diaper. Do I really want to deprive him of its use just for a few shots? I DO have to ride back with him in the car, after all.
Finally, my desperation cast care to the wind, and we wrapped the crap out of that diaper around the neck of my tripod (pardon the pun). Lo and behold... it worked. Sort of. I just needed to NOT TOUCH anything, and it would stay reasonably stable.
And so it was. We returned to the car in the dark. Thank God for GPS.