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C1631
“Late Afternoon in the Lincoln Creek Valley”
(Truro Peak)
Oil Sketch on
Pannelli Telati fine CottonPanel
5” x 7”
C1632
“Colorado Mountain Morning”
(Truro Peak)
Oil Sketch on
Pannelli Telati fine CottonPanel
5” x 7”
Yes … I have been in
the mountains for over a month, at between seven and eight thousand feet, above
Golden and also the mountain town of Salida; now I am seven rocky miles in from
the nearest paved road, at 10580’, in a beautiful alpine valley, about ¾ mile
beyond Grizzly Reservoir at Lincoln Portal.
There is a primitive campground at the reservoir itself, with about five
sites, but I chose to advance a distance down the 4-wheel drive road, and found
my present dispersed campsite. It’s
great, with a beautiful view looking south up the valley, to Truro Peak on the
right, Grizzly Peak on the left and Larson Peak in the distance straight ahead. There is a band of trees between me and the campground,
small though it might be, and the three sites taken by fishermen.
The first to greet me
as I took up residence, were a pair of Grey Jays, also known as Whisky Jacks or
Camp Robbers; old friends these birds, as I see them Up North in Minnesota, as
well as in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. Then as I was finishing supper the first
night, a doe strolled passed my truck, grazing not more than fifteen feet
away. The next day, a chipmunk was
busily scuttling around and between the rocks of the fire ring. He seemed to be gnawing at one rock in particular;
I can only assume that there were essential minerals there that he detected, or
perhaps he was just sharpening his teeth.
All this was taking place within 3 to 8 feet from me, and he even ran
over my boots once, while I stood silently by.
I managed to retreat a stride, retrieve my camera, and get a few shots
of the bold little character.
I had left Salida late
afternoon on the 7th, and stopped in Buena Vista, for Subway sandwich,
using a coupon Dan had given me; good foresight as when I set up a dispersed
camp above Twin Lakes, the weather only allowed me to heat water for my
thermoses, in preparation for my nightly hot drink, and breakfast the next
morning. Even then I heated the water in a light drizzle, before it set in
heavier for a few hours.
The next day I got
away as soon as I broke camp, intending to breakfast on the other side of Independence
Pass on the way to Aspen. It took me
over an hour to climb up to the pass, as I kept stopping for photo-ops. Breakfast was taken at the top of the pass,
rather than somewhere down the other side.
Because of the continuing photo-ops, it took me six hours to make the
forty miles over the pass to Aspen, from the previous night’s campsite, but of
course a light lunch by a rushing stream was also included in that time. Independence Pass is, as it turns out, is the
highest paved road in North America at 12,052 feet. Once I had been to my bank in Aspen, I
retraced my steps back towards the pass for nine miles to the rough road to
Lincoln Portal. High clearance vehicles
recommended, but 4-wheei drive was not necessary; beyond here though, the map
shows it the road as 4-wheel drive, and it might be, but not for the mile or so
I went beyond my chosen campsite … but it is rough.
During the days
following my arrival here, the doe has made another appearance, the chipmunk
has made daily appearances at the fire ring, bringing a friend on occasion, a
black squirrel has shown up, and once at night before I turned in, I spotted a
red eye shining close to the ground, which turned out to be a grazing rabbit; the Grey Jays make a daily visit, not staying
for long. The weather has been a mixture
of sun and showers, with about 30 seconds of sleet at the start of one of
them. The showers have been
unpredictable enough in their arrivals that I have found it expedient to do my
paintings from the driver’s seat, with the door(s) open, closing them when they
blow through. And now as I am writing
this paragraph, on my fourth night a coyote has just begun to yip and howl
close by; at times it sounds not more than fifty yards away … noisy bugger!
During the week the
odd vehicle has passed by my camp heading up the valley, but Friday evening
brought quite a few, so I expect there are campsites up there. I chose where I am for the view. I wonder how many of these people have come
out from Aspen, or further afield; a mixture, I suppose. I have to admit that I didn’t expect the
number of people to show up in the valley that did. And they mostly all went away today (Sunday). And tomorrow I head out as well. I was surprised to hear the coyote howling in
the middle of the afternoon today, what with all the traffic and the number of
campers over the weekend, but perhaps he was expressing his resentment at the
hordes. I hope to get this posted on
the blog on my way through Aspen, as I
have had no cell connection for the since my arrival on Tuesday.
Making my way down the
seven miles of the Lincoln Creek Valley from my campsite beyond Grizzly
Reservoir, sleet & hail began to fall so I pulled into one of the dispersed
campsites within two miles of the main highway.
It lasted about fifteen minutes, with the size of the hail reaching about
a quarter of an inch, but most less than that.
Luckily, there was no vehicular damage.
For you tech-heads the
pigments used were:
Imprimatura: W&N Venetian
Red
Drawing: W&N
Ultramarine Deep
Painting: W&N Venetian
Red, Cobalt & Ultramarine Deep Blues, also a touch of Cerulean, Cadmiums Orange
& Yellow Pale.
Rublev:Blue Ridge
Yellow Ochre, Italian Burnt Sienna, Purple Ochre & Lead White #1.
M. Graham: Hansa Yellow
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