The year is 1981, and I'm part of group of young engineers from Albuquerque following the Hermit and Boucher trails in the Grand Canyon. Back then, the backpacking ethos was to be ready for anything, so we hauled a weighty collection of stuff. The photographs with tiny figures engulfed in a vast and eternal landscape strike a particular resonance. The figures are now either elderly gentlemen or gone forever.
Scroll down to view individual photographs. Use these buttons to change the image size to fit your screen (cookies must be active).