Decided it would be cool to do a Plein air of a peregrine falcon’s eyrie “near” me. Packed up and realized “Huh, it’s farther than I’d remembered”. Got to a place with a view. But there was a trail that got closer! So I decided to lug my gear along it. And then the trail kind of disappeared. But wait, it kiiinda seems to be a sorta trail going up that 45 degree slope. Shouldn’t be too bad. Ugh. Okay,it’s kinda bad. But just a bit more ...
That was my right calf. Okayyyy, can I get down? Let’s try. (SLIP!) Snap! (Again).
Hmmm, that’s not good. Can I slowly slide/slip on my butt to the bottom? I can?! Oh, what joy.
Yay, now I need to go up again. Is that seven foot broken off branch up for being a crutch? It is? Yay!
And so on and so forth. Happily, while waiting for the ranger and his bumpy rescue-mobile, I was at least able to finish a pencil sketch of the falcon’s home. From the same vantage point I’d passed so many minutes before. Total win!
And the next day ... just now. Sitting down to paint instead of standing. Ugh. Not used to that. But this scene is gonna get painted, broken calf notwithstanding! (Hey, I'm kinda notwithstanding too!_