It was the last morning on the Salmon. James and Jack were making one final hike looking for wolves, and Dad was up Gun Barrel Creek. I stayed back at the tents and felt content letting the small fire warm my legs while I boiled water for my oatmeal. As I watched the first small bubbles form at the the bottom of the Billy Can I reveled in the fact that we only had two more miles to hike until we made it back to Corn Creek and the truck.
Then, all of a sudden, the sun broke into the canyon. The flat light hitting the mountains changed into dynamic ranges of color and value. Detail and nuance of the landscape took on new drama.
Currently disapointed with all the plein air paintings completed in the days previous I grabbed my paper, brushes, and other supplies and set up quickly to record this last day on the Salmon.
The early April air was still chilly as I swiftly laid down paint only taking breaks to run back to the fire to dry the fresh watercolor. The paper steamed as I watched my subject matter, intent on getting back to my painting spot as soon as possible.
Time passed quickly and as I was finishing up, Dad, James, and Jack arrived back at camp. We ate, packed up, and hiked out. Jack didn't find a wolf, but I found my painting.