Deedee and I waited out a cloudburst lightning storm then took a brisk day hike up Mt. Washburn. Unprepared hikers clad in soaked shorts and t-shirts were jogging down the trail in misery to stay warm. Every minute of hiking brought a new view as the trail wound and climbed. We saw elk and bear far below in meadows along the mountain's flanks, and a fox on the trail. At the top Deedee was patient while I painted, but I could easily spend months painting there. This view was to the south, with the canyon of the Yellowstone River cutting down from the wide yellow meadow of Hayden Valley, below Yellowstone Lake and far beyond, the Tetons.
This painting has been sold but I have hand colored
etchings of this view.