Having spent the previous day at the Sand Dunes NP, the plan on Thursday (what was supposed to be our last full day staying in South Fork) was to head to Lake City first.
Actually, to be perfectly honest, the only real goal for the day was Lake City, everything else came a distant fifth. And why did I want to go to Lake City so badly? Because i’m a stupidly stubborn person sometimes and after the bf spent 2 years mentioning how the next time we were in Creede I needed to go visit Lake City, and how great Lake City was and did I know I needed to go visit Lake City… i’d had enough. We were going and the gods themselves would have to block my way.
The funny thing is, I actually said those exact words out loud to the bf as we set out on the road towards lake city, the sky overcast and looking like a bad idea. “The gods themselves are gonna have to come down and block my way.” . I’m not only stubborn but dramatic as well, apparently.
And did I make it to Lake City? The answer to that is no, because hubris is a lovely and fun thing.
Just 20 minuets past Creede, still about an hour away from our destination, the flakes started falling. And they kept coming. Heavier and heavier until the whole world was one giant coating of white. It got so bad finally we had to stop the car, the windshield rapidly icing over and the road itself only a suggestion. We turned back, because although i’m dramatic and stubborn and leak hubris like faulty car, i’m not completely reckless. We ended up on the other side of the Bachelors Loop tour road, the snow over here falling only in gentle flakes again, not in looming sheets of pale terror.
From up here you can look down at the town of Creede, nestled in the junction of the mountains, tucked in safe. The church in the last photo is actually visible from the high view (you can see it in the first three photos up top) and if your ever out here, on your way to Lake City and happen to get kicked in the teeth and made to turn back, I highly recommend coming up through the Bachelors Loop for the view. We had it all to ourselves that day and it almost made up for our interrupted plans.
Of all the places I enjoy traveling to in the USA, from the big cities that burst with life (San Francisco, NYC, Boston) to sleepy coastal villages (Mendocino, Ft. Bragg, Augusta) and all of everything in between, anywhere that has magnificent mountains will always take 1st place with me.
Last year was a drought year when it came to art, and this piece was the only landscape one I worked on the whole time- started it sometime after coming back from the March road trip, lost inspiration and picked it back up at the end of June after the trip to Big Bend Natl. park and then didn’t look at it again until after the last road trip in October to give it some finishing touches, still unsatisfied. After unearthing it again this past weekend though- to give it one last pass through- as I re-inked some lines and brushes away colored pencil dust, i think i’m content with the way it turned out, if not how long it took to finish.
Definetly looking forward to creating more of these this year, especially with the chance to get up close and personal to some real mountains come March.
I’ve finally gotten around to confessing myself to friends that might or might not have been waiting for answers to my self imposed hermit-like ways of last year and there’s something to be said about unburdening yourself onto the table with all your guts on display like “yes hello there, here’s myself, judge as you’d like.”
I’m getting back to art though, now that the guilt i’ve been carrying around for the past 10+ months has lessened. I mean, I still have huge bridges to repair with friends of course, telling people what exactly has been going on with you isn’t quite the same as taking tools to the cracks in the foundations of your friendships but i’m at least on that step now instead of the square zero of before.
Mountains are never far from my mind even if my wanderlust for them has faded a bit….these days I find myself dreaming about sandy beaches with palm trees swaying in a warm breeze that smells of freshly cut open coconuts and the sound of sun warmed water just a sigh away, an unending stack of books just besides me waiting to be picked up.
I had an Etsy sale a couple of days ago (or was it a week ago…damn these summer days are blending together) and it was a pleasant surprise. I don’t promote my shop on any social networks and apart from renewing listings sporadically in tune with the tides of the ocean (or something just as useless and esoteric) I honestly do nothing with it, besides just enjoy the thought of having my things up there. Every few months i’ll have an unexpected sale from some part of the globe and it’ll light me up inside, spark that interest to actually do something with said shop; to participate in local teams and attend craft fairs. And while those thoughts usually fade by the time i’ve dropped off the sold items at the post office, the high of the sale lasts a couple of days.
Recently, I put up a couple of my original pen&ink mountain landscape artworks, as well as a some of my colored pencil/watercolor ones. I doubt they’ll actually sell, as i’m not offering them up for pennies (though I don’t think i’m overselling them either…pricing your own artwork is the worst job for any artist out there, seriously, I dare you to tell me otherwise) but it feels…nice, to have them up there. Rounds out the shop, I think.
Anyways, on the totally off chance you’re reading this, thank you lovely person in Tennessee who bought my Go, Explore pencil pouch! You’re an angel.
Not drowning in my Coffee cups yet,
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