I was looking
for a place to paint in Camden and pulled off at a trailhead. As I got
out of the car a group of hikers came out of the woods. One of then, a
woman, was morbidly obese. I asked one of them, "Nice view up there?"
"Oh beautiful."
"Tough hike?"
"Not too bad."
I
thought, if that woman can do it, so can I. So off I went with my
fifty pounds of painting equipment. In flipflops. I very quickly
realized what a mistake I'd made, but I carried on and finally reached
the top, sweating and exhausted. It was then I realized that I'd
forgotten to bring water with me, and on top of that, I didn't have any
appropriately sized stretched paper. I ended putting these two smaller
sheets together for a diptych. I also proceeded to burn the living
daylights out of myself.
When I finally dragged myse;f back to the parking liot I gratefully
drank three botle of boiing hot water from the trunk. I then wondered
what I would have seen had I driven a little further, and literally
aeround the next bend saw the next scene. I shivered for two days with
sun posisoning, then returned to paint the second view.
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This
is Maiden Cliff, the site of a tragic 19th century suicide. The cross
at the top of the mountain to the left is the location where I did the
earlier painting.
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