Forest Woodward has an enviable travel schedule. In the last year, the climber, surfer, and pro photographer has visited half a dozen countries, including Spain and Peru, and about 20 states in the U.S. Here are a few of the best shots he's taken over the past year. Don't be too jealous: Woodward's images have a way of bringing you along for the ride.
Photo: The mouth of Havasu Creek, Arizona where its turquoise waters empty into the muddy madness of the Colorado River. The narrow canyons beg to be explored, but make sure your craft is small enough to fit through the tight sections.
Loaded with gear and provisions for our 28 days on the Colorado last November, our rafts rode heavy and full. When the wind picked up and the current slowed, as was the case on this particular evening, it took all the effort of the oarsmen to keep us moving downstream.
Each night we split the camp chores among our crew, with some folks building the fire, others unloading rafts, some setting up the groover, and a few of us tackling the most important job of all, preparing the dinner. Here, our resident chef hopscotches his way from one raft to the next in search of the night's provisions and a cold beer.
Flowing fast and muddy, the Colorado can have her way with even the most experienced of river runners. Here, Jeff (aka Captain Calm) is pulled too far left and into the massive churning hydraulic that gives this rapid her name: Upset.
In the summer, trips on the Colorado are limited to 16 days. But in the winter, rafters get 28 days, so we had ample time to boulder at the heart of the canyon.
Winter at the bottom of the Grand Canyon means short, cold days with little sun. When a sliver of light found its way down to the bottom of the canyon, we ventured out of our way to feel its warmth.
On a bluebird day in January, four of us to headed into the Cascades for some winter fun. This particular route, New York Gully, runs up the North Face of Mt. Snoqualmie and tops out with a magnificent view of Mt Rainier and the surrounding range.
While March in Joshua Tree National Park can be chilly, it's the best time of year for shooting because of the good light. The park is filled with a maze of small canyons and passageways begging to be explored.
As the sun dips over the horizon and the Joshua trees dance into the dusk, we packed up our climbing gear and headed to camp for a well-deserved rest.
Joshua Tree's rocks bring out the kids in all of us.
After following an unassuming trail through the desert, we stumbled upon this rocky outcrop. A few heady moves of unroped climbing and Seth secured the best view in the house.
Eager to get a better view of our Seussian playground, we rose before the sun and scrambled to the summit of Mt. Ryan as the wind tried to blow us off the mountain.
While visiting New Orleans this spring, we ditched the city to explore the vast, pristine swamp—allegedly home to what locals call a swampy cousin of Big Foot. Though we didn’t encounter said creature, we did find a marooned woman on a log and some beautiful cypress groves while exploring Honey Island Swamp.
I spent two weeks of May in Peru, where I volunteered at an organization called WAVES for Development with a group of friends. Located in the fishing village of Lobitos in rural northwest Peru, WAVES' goal is to promote world travel and cultural exchange through surf experiences. On this particular day, a fun swell rolled through and volunteers and local kids alike grabbed their boards and headed for the break.
On a perfect early summer day in Perles, Spain, I was lucky enough to witness Aleksandra Taistra sending this stout Escalata Masters route (9a) in the rugged mountains of Catalonia.
Minnesota was one of the last states in the US for me to visit, and I came with little in the way of expectations. However, as we arrived on a hot July day and loaded into one of the last functioning Albatross amphibian planes and headed out to explore the waterways of the state, I became captivated by the lush landscape and seemingly endless lakes. This is one of the best places one could hope to spend a summer.
Fourth of July on the tip of Long Island is not your typical flag waving, bottle rocket, BBQ sort of holiday. We loaded the surfboards in a pounding rain and headed out for some beautiful, rainy knee-high surf. As darkness rolled in, so did the real swell, bouncing from three to thirteen feet in less than an hour.
On this particular weekend in Montauk, strong onshore winds looked to make a mess of it all. As we were getting ready to put up the camera and boards and head back down to the dock for another pint, we decided to do one final check. We slid into the glassy sunset swell and were glad we did.