Showing posts with label Dubois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dubois. Show all posts

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Smoky days & final days at Brooks Lake … sort of.

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Wednesday, September 6, 2017 to Saturday, September 9, 2017; to Brooks Lake, Absaroka Range, Wyoming.

C1637
“Morning on Brooks Lake Creek”
(Absaroka Range, Wyoming)
Oil Painting on Pannelli Telati fine Cotton Panel
5” x 7”


Thursday: A very smoky day; the worst thus far.  I finished my fifth Oil of this Brooks Lake area, at 14:00 today, and after a lunch, drove the mile to the end of forest road 516, that I had been camped on, noting a couple decent campsites, but none with the view I have had overlooking the lake, and thus conducive for painting.  It also provided shelter from the sun, being partly tucked into a small grove of trees.  I then moved camps to the south end of the lake on Forest Road 515-1C, and had a slightly earlier supper.  This is for tonight only, as in the morning I am off, and hope to get several blog posts lined up for publishing.  By the time you read this there will have been two or three posted before this one.

Smokiest day thus far.
I have seen no large wildlife here in the form of deer, elk or bears, although the meadows 150’ below by the lake should have attracted any or all of them, and I surmise must do at times.  A couple who parked near me and hiked down to the lake to fish, were surprised I’d not had any sightings, as they come often to fish, and had in fact seen some elk along Brooks Lake Creek on their way in that morning.  I have seen a Bald Eagle several times during the nine days I have been at Brooks Lake, and once saw him splash into the lake after a fish (the one that got away), and heavily take off from the water again.  The Grey Jays, there are oft-times three of them, visit a couple times a day, and have shown me something I have never seen before from a Grey Jay; attempting to snatch butterflies from the air by fluttering after them in a butterfly like fashion.  They were successful once every few times, and when so, would land with their catch, plucking wings off (perhaps other things too), before partaking of their repast.  Can’t believe I have been here ten nights now, especially since this stop was to have been only a one night stand on my way to Grand Tetons National Park … serendipity!

Thought this was my last view of the Pinnacles …
and a hazy one.

Brooks Lake through the trees.

A lot of these formations around here.

Friday: My sojourn at Brooks Lake finally came to an end (or so I thought … read on), as I headed back down Forest Road 515, and upon reaching the main highway, jogged right a quarter mile to the day use area of the Falls Campground.  Here I took a half mile stroll to the Brooks Lake Creek Falls.  It was much higher than I had expected.  The water almost slides, and in places actually does, down the steep slope into the canyon below.  Oh it falls over little cliffs on the way down but, mostly it seems to slide.  And it is a long slide … at the furthest extent, I was a bit above the level of the top of the falls and about a hundred yards or so away, and the bottom of the falls was directly below me, perhaps 300 feet into the depths of the canyon, and as I have said sliding more than falling most of the way down.

View on the way from the Lake to Hwy 287.

Pinnacles from the beginning of the walk to Brooks Lake Creek Falls.

A few yards before the top of the falls.

Top of the Falls.

About 1/3 of the falls is seen.

About 1/3 of the falls is seen.

Woodland walk on the way back to the car.

After this delightful interlude, I toddled back on down to Dubois, 20 miles distant, to top up my tank, food and ice supplies, and spend the afternoon in the library to post the blog.  This I did, but being Friday the library closed at 17:00, instead of the 19:00 I was expecting, so instead of getting a two or three posts lined up for publishing I just managed one.  I also checked my recent emails (the older ones have to wait), as I really have been cut off from doing that since Aspen, 25 days ago.  And that’s all I did, as I did not have time to open any one of them.  Even then I finished up my online work by sitting outside the library after they had closed to use their Wi-Fi.  By the time Dubois was left behind the Sun was setting, and it was too late to get over the pass and find a new campsite near Jackson Hole and the Tetons, so back to my last campsite on Brooks Lake.

And surprise, surprise … after another very smoky day, as I prepared my SUV for the night and a late supper, the stars came out brightly for the first time in several days.  Whereas the night before, I could just make out the Summer Triangle of the first magnitude stars of Deneb, Altair and Vega, and little else, now the sky was full of stars, perhaps not as bright as an altitude of 9100’ would normally give you, but almost.  And later the Moon arose brightly over the Pinnacles with just a slightly yellow cast, instead of the almost red it had been the night before.  The wind must have changed.  And I thought of Michael, a greying biker I had met earlier in the day as he filled his water bottle in the town park, who had been driven off of Union Pass, by the smoke wafting down from northern Montana 500 miles distant, and instead of hiking up a 13000’ peak up there in the Wind River Range, decided to pack it in and head south, perhaps to Colorado, or maybe on to New Mexico.  Another day and he might have got up that 13000’ peak.

Final dawn light from my 3rd campsite here.

The outflow of Brooks Lake Creek, beginning its journey
to the Falls a few miles away.

West from the boat landing.

North from the boat landing.

East from the boat landing.













Speaking of the Pinnacles, as mentioned, later in the library a chap named John commented on the explosive nature of the origin of the Pinnacles … I will have to look that up.  I have been wondering about their geology.

The pigments used in the Painting were:

Imprimatura: W&N Venetian Red.

Drawing: W&N Cobalt Blue.

Painting: W&N Venetian Red, Cerulean Cobalt & Ultramarine Deep Blues, Cadmiums Orange & Yellow Pale.

Rublev:Blue Ridge Yellow Ochre, Italian Burnt Sienna, Purple Ochre & Lead White #1.

M. Graham: Hansa Yellow.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

After the Eclipse at Mosquito Lake in the Wind River Range, Part 2

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Tuesday-Tuesday, August 22-29, 2017; to Mosquito Lake, west of Union Pass, Wind River Range, Wyoming.

C1635
“Afternoon at Pinnacle Buttes”
(Brooks Lake, Absaroka Range, Wyoming)
Oil Painting on Pannelli Telati fine Cotton Panel
5” x 7”

SOLD

Saturday at Mosquito Lake saw the weather back to sunny with puffy cumulus clouds drifting lugubriously along.  Several vehicles wandered into my campsite, during the day, and as quickly left again when they saw it was occupied; it’s the weekend so I suppose there will be a repeat performance tomorrow.

Sunday: no, there really wasn’t a repeat performance … a couple of cyclists pedaled through my camp, and later one motorbike saw my camp was occupied, and I heard two cars out on the road all day, and that was it.  A very hazy but warm day all day, and the Absaroka Range, 50 miles to the northeast, was lost in the haze for most of the day, appearing slightly in the early evening.  The antelope family was out grazing all day.  I wonder if they were about the first couple of days I was here, but I think I would have noticed.  The coyotes were talking in or near the wood at the north end of the lake at dusk tonight, whereas they were down at the south end two nights ago, where the pronghorns are now.

Following shots are taken handheld from 600 yards away … magic camera.

Pronghorn guy …

… sees girl, who’s playing coy …

… as she has a couple young’uns.

Not sure, but think these are Cinnamon Teal.

Evening light after a bit of smoke haze day.

Monday: haze thickened during the day until by late afternoon, Union Peak had disappeared … I believe that it’s smoke coming down from Montana forest fires.   Hopefully the wind will shift during the night.  The Pronghorns were there at breakfast, but must have departed shortly thereafter, since I never spotted them for the rest of the day.  I was sitting on a log in the wood taking photographs of a plant with berries, when the resident squirrel, started a run along a log to my left, along another a few yards in front of me, then along a third to my right, ending up on my log stopping abruptly about three feet in front of me, looked at me as if to say, “shit! What are you doin’ on my highway?” then scampered off behind me.  The chipmunks here seem to be as enamored with the fire circle as the pair up above Aspen at Lincoln Portal, although I’ve not caught them gnawing any rocks … never got a shot of these ones … never stayed still to pose.

My patch of woodland.

Forest floor … I actually found two late strawberries.

Smoke haze from Montana.











Tuesday: heading out today and happy the pronghorn family is still in residence, but down the road two miles is a herd of their peers. 

Last Morning at Mosquito Lake.


Pronghorns … there were about 30 more.


Goin’ off.

Lake of the Woods …
detoured on a desperate road to get here.

Pool on the Great Divide.

Shower approaching across Union Pass
with the Gros Ventre Range to the west.

Warm Spring Creek & Canyon on the way down
from Union Pass … drops of rain began,
but held off really, until I got to Dubois
and the library.

I am beginning to really like  these Pannelli Telati fine cotton panels by Belle Arti, out of Italy; there seems to be a good amount of ‘grab’ of the paint, and not so ‘slidey’ as some panels … I guess I’m finding that to be a preference.  Having been primarily a Watercolourist my whole career, I’m finding the technical side of Oils quite fascinating.

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.

Friday, September 15, 2017

North to Wyoming: Part 2

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Monday, August 14 - August 21, 2017; Dinosaur National Monument, northwest Colorado & northeast Utah, and on to west of Union Pass, Wind River Range, Wyoming.

I had no time between leaving Aspen, CO until after the Eclipse to paint, so this is another painting done after that event, but this blog post is of part of the journey to arrive there.

C1633
“Wildfowl Flotillas on Mosquito Lake”
(West of Union Pass, Wyoming)
Oil Sketch on Centurian Oil Primed Linen Panel
5” x 7”


I ended part 1 of Heading north to Wyoming with; “And that was Thursday, day two of the Dinosaur National Monument, where I thought I would spend only part of one day to breeze through!”

And yet, I was not yet finished with the Monument, for how can you pass up a name such as ‘the Gates of Lodore?’  Sounds like something from ‘the Lord of the Rings.’  To get there, in the morning I continued on the county roads for thirteen miles to Us Hwy 40 at Elk Springs (a couple houses and a rest area), and on to Maybell and a petrol station.  From here State Hwy 318 is followed west forty miles or so (now north of the Yampa River), and then leaving the pavement, a gravel road is taken a few miles to the Gates of Lodore where the Green River enters the mountains.  It’s funny to think that just a few miles by river will take one to the meeting of the Yampa River with the Green at Echo Park, where I was yesterday, so many desperate road miles ago; there were two groups of rafters preparing to do just that.  The views of the Gates from the sand bank on the Green at the campground are good, but for the classic views of the river into the canyon itself, a mile stroll along a nature trail is well worth the hike.  Sadly the box containing the guides to the numbered points of interest was empty.  You know … I never spotted one Dinosaur the whole time I was in Dinosaur National Monument!  I, of course, expected them lurking on every horizon.  What a swizz (that is a ’jip,’ to the Yanks out there!!  Har! Har!

The Gates of Lodore from the Campground.

The Gates from the Nature Walk.

The Gates of Lodore from Trail’s End.

Into the Gates.

Floaters on the Green.
Now wasn't that really Lord of the Rings-ish?  Photos taken and lunch eaten, and I continued west on Hwy 318.  A few miles along from the Gates of Lodore, I attempted to cross the Green, to drive the few miles to one of the hideouts of Butch Cassidy, but the bridge has been closed to vehicle traffic, and an eight mile walk was not in my timetable.  From the highway one could see the canyon, and imagine the seclusion of the place, especially back then.

A few miles along from the Gates of Lodore,
one comes to Browns Park National Wildlife Refuge.

Near Browns Park Butch Cassidy had one of his hideouts across the Green River.

Up that valley, is one of Butch’s hideouts;
The Green is in the fold of land between here and there.


A few miles along the road enters Utah, and the pavement ends and becomes gravel and intermittent with pavement for the forty or so miles to its junction with US Hwy 191, which I took north through Rock Springs, Wyoming, topping up with petrol and ice, to Farson.  Turning northeast here onto State Hwy 28, forty miles brought me to the famous South Pass.  Here this broad pass, at the south end of the Wind River Range, saw thousands of emigrants pass through on the Oregon Trail, including the Mormons on their 1847 trek to the future Salt Lake City.  One can still see the wagon ruts in places.  A few miles on I left the pavement for the forest roads, and five miles in, camped for the night, on forest road 309.

Just to the west of South Pass is the “Parting of the Ways.”

At South Pass.

South Pass is at the top of the ridge to the left of Pacific Butte.

Of course I had to show you Oregon Buttes, which lie to the south of Pacific Butte.

To the north of South Pass is the Wind River Range,
and at their north end is where I watched the Eclipse,
three days after I passed through South Pass
 and up the east side of the mountains,
through the town of Dubois, and then over Union Pass.

More historical info at South Pass.
The next day, Saturday, I passed through Lander, on US287, stopped into the ranger station there, picked up some free eclipse info and eclipse glasses, topped up with petrol, and continued on to Dubois, seventy miles further.  Here I strolled around this decidedly western town (with hitching posts in places), topped up with petrol again, and a bit of dry ice to make my normal ice keep longer, and headed into the Wind River Range over Union Pass, and the eclipse in two days time, and that you already have read about in my last posting.

Red Canyon overlook, on the east side of South Pass.

Wildlife info.