I Killed My Camera
So at about 3am this morning I managed to kill my trusty Nikon F100 film camera. I was climbing the 5500 steps to reach the summit of Adamspeak for sunrise and had managed to achieve a steady rhythm of progress. I had been taking snap shots of pilgrims on route so had my camera slung across my shoulder. I’ve been using the “black rapid” strap for years and always found it ideal for these situations.
My best guess is that as I climbed my camera hit the camera in the same spot repeatedly and it managed to work its way loose from the mount.
The F100 is a heavy camera and it bounced down the steps with a fair force. As it bounced down the steps it picked up speed and I was truly worried that it might hit someone and kill them.
It eventually came to a hault about 45 meters down the steps from where I was. A fellow traveler picked it up and with a very pained look on his face handed me my once beautiful camera.
The lens seems to be “ok” but the mirror is sticking on the camera. I could thinker with it but I have a couple of other options to see me to the end of the trip.