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"I’m in love with Zach Doleac’s photography. It isn’t just that the locations he shoots are jaw-droppingly beautiful (though of course they are), or that he makes the world feel incredibly vast and yet intimately accessible all at once (though he does that too), I think I love his photos most of all because of the unique way he’s able to capture moments of complete exultation.

Doleac’s photography marks the moment his subjects are soaring through the air, accomplishing great, dangerous feats, and conquering the world. He clicks the shutter right as the world feels at its most alive and brilliant, right at the moment when the million things that can go wrong, the countless doubts, and the fears melt away to leave nothing but pure, unadultered adrenaline-filled joy. It’s like mainlining LIFE.

I talked to Zach recently about his work and he filled me in on how he began traveling the world, taking pictures, and how his passion drives him to put his unique voice out in the world."  -Words by Allison Sanchez

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The River of No Return

This past Fourth of July, I celebrated the Independence of our Nation by rafting, with old friends and new, through the Frank Church Wilderness Area on the Middle Fork of the Salmon River. This stretch of water is one of the last free-flowing tributaries into the main Salomon. The surrounding landscape was rugged and the water was crystal clear. Despite our rambunctious and rowdy crew hooting and hollering around every bend, there was an overwhelming sense of isolation. This is why this land was protected in the first place and I hope it remains that way for generations to come.  

Bonneville Salt Flats

This was a place unlike any other. From the rest stop on Interstate 80, simply drive behind the restrooms and boom, you're on another planet. WARNING: If you proceed past this point, you will have to spend hours cleaning the undercarriage of your car to prevent it from rusting. But I promise it's worth it. With each step, it sounds like someone biting into a stale, saltine cracker. Marley (the dog) started inhaling the salt, confusing it for snow. We unloaded the KTM and Lindsey and I took turns buzzing around. I couldn't imagine attempting a land speed record on that surface (I wussed out around 60mph). But the landscape was so unique, so vast (40 square miles). I was obsessed with the textures and patterns created by the granules of salt. Throw in a smoking hot babe on a motorcycle and it made for a kick ass sunset shoot.  

Mount Rainier Spring Skiing

Mount Rainier is one of those peaks that has taunted me since my mother was still packing my lunch. As a Seattle native, it's unescapable. Everywhere you go Mount Rainier is looking all perfect and beautiful, saying climb me, I dare you. This spring I finally got my chance. Off duty guide, Austin Shannon, was going to lead Eddie Bauer athlete, Lexi Dupont, filmer Breton Carasso and myself to the summit to ski the Fuhr Finger. But if I've learned anything during my time in the mountains, it's that things don't always go as planned. When we reached Camp Muir, the overnight halfway stop, Breton's legs were fully cramped. As a group we had to abandon the mission. I was disappointed, but the mountain isn't going anywhere. We watched the sunrise, waited for the corn to grow, and had some amazing skiing in the Nisqually Chutes. Mount Rainier, I'll be back...