Category: Sources of inspiration

Life at the Painting Factory

Didn’t want you all to think all I do is stand before an easel – I DO have a life. Sort of. Okay, maybe it is more of a Cat Disorder, but it is MY Cat Disorder and I am quite content with this state (even though I know I can’t just quit anytime I want.)

Kaweah Kitty hates it when I take a break and is always on hand to help me find my way back to the painting workshop. (try to be polite about her tail – she can’t help it)

She has a tendency to lie underfoot – obviously she feels quite safe despite the fact that I might accidentally squash her when I step back to view the easel contents.

Butch just hunkers down in the RV garage and yells when I walk past. Poor little guy is an orphan and we don’t know what happened to Cashmere and O’Reilly.

Sometimes he comes outside, but he is skittish in the extreme. We can pet him now, but only on his terms. It took from November until May – that is a record! (not a good one – no idea how we will get him “fixed”)

Check out that non-tail. It’s why we call him Butch. Looks like a Manx, talks like a Siamese, acts like a psycho.

Time in Mineral King (instead of just painting it)

A picture is worth a thousand words – here are 11,000 words for you to enjoy. Click on them to see them larger.

Entering White Chief bowl

This is as far as we went; still much snow remains

Lots of Blue Lips out!

The next day we went to Empire. This is an old road built by the miners and it is a great relief to find it after scrambling up a long steep slope.

Went high enough to see down into White Chief.

My goal was this nubbin at 10,500′. Michael went 200 feet higher, but my good sense (and lack of depth perception) caused me to wait. Waiting is seldom a problem for me.

We love this section of trail leading to Timber Gap (which you can see still has patches of snow). The phlox and blue lips were outstanding!

Because it was the Fourth of July, I looked until I found a patch of red, white and blue!

Mineral King marmot

Long Walk, finale!

This marker let us know we had 1 mile to go (mile 20 for us 21-milers). Our feet were ready to stop walking in spite of all the fun.

2/10ths of a mile remaining as we crossed the Carmel Creek Bridge! We were really pouring it on in terms of speed, knowing we were going to reach our goal of 5-1/2 hours for the 21 miles!

This was our first view of the finish line.

The only time I ran (besides passing folks) was when I saw Michael on the sidelines! Nancy and I finished in 5 hours, 34 minutes, which translated to a 15.5 minute mile. This was our best time in any of our training walks together! It is quite amazing what momentum and adrenaline (plus training at a higher elevation) can do for one’s time!

After the walk, Michael and I retired to the beach at Asilomar. The sand and the cold water were exactly what my feet required. That’s my medal on my shoulder. (Yes, of course I knit at the beach! Doesn’t everyone??)

Poor Michael – the walk really wore him out!

Big sur international marathon First Saturday three Rivers

Long Walk, part 3

Remember, today is First Saturday in Three Rivers!

There were peculiar sights along Highway One throughout our 21 Mile Power Walk. Check out these Shetland ponies!

And this guy with his old car, synthesizer/keyboard thing, and 2 flags, one that I did not recognize:

The views continued to be almost breathtaking (perhaps if we hadn’t been in such good shape they might have taken our breath away!)

The Carmel monastery is beautiful! Nancy went to Mass there the night before the walk and said it was jam-packed full of people. She also said it was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside.

Big sur international marathon First Saturday three Rivers

Long Walk, part 2

Because Nancy and I trained on the Mineral King Road, North Fork and South Fork, the dreaded Hurricane Hill wasn’t very hard to us! The reward at the end of that hill is the Bixby Bridge, which looks like the larger brother of my favorite bridge, and it was such a treat to march across it to live piano music. (They must have the world’s best sound system attached to that piano!) We heard the Charlie Brown theme and then Piano Man – just about made us both cry!

Big sur international marathon

A Long Walk

The Big Sur 21 Mile Power Walk was on Sunday. The weather was perfect, and Nancy and I walked faster (and further) than in any of our training walks. The hardest part of walking 21 miles was the training, not the actual event. What a beautiful walk! Because there are so many photos, I’ll post them thumbnail size and if you want to see them larger, click on them and they’ll get bigger for you.

Predawn gathering at Andrew Molera State Park, 21 miles south of the Carmel finish line.

We started slowly, to avoid early burn-out (the dreaded “wall”) and because it was crowded!

As the sun rose over the hills on our right, it shone on the waves on our left.

Can’t remember why I took this photo.

The mile marker signs were fabulous! This was mile 4 for us 21-mile walkers, but mile 9 for the marathoners. The next mile was where the leader of the marathoners caught up to us – incredibly fast and strong, and way out in front of anyone else – he was a blur so I didn’t get his bib # to later learn if he was the winner, but he HAD to be the winner!

The views were fabulous. Looks like this will be a long story about the Long Walk, so it will be continued tomorrow!

Big sur international marathon

Peculiar sights #6

And here is a cowboy to go with that roper yesterday.

Three Rivers roping

Peculiar sights #5

Say what? This is a roper! It is at the Lion’s Roping Arena, and this weekend is the annual Lion’s Roping Competition in Three Rivers.

Three Rivers roping

Peculiar sights #4

One day while walking, instead of looking out for that yappy squalling ankle-biter named Miles, I looked up. What a nice surprise!

Three Rivers

Peculiar sights #3

As I walk around in Three Rivers in preparation for April 25, this sight never fails to amuse me:

In case you can’t tell, the upper mailbox says “WHITE”. Because you now know I am a color junkie, listen to this: there are people with the last name of Gray and people with the last name of Brown and a guy with the last name of Green too! And, the people named White got together with the people named Brown and formed a company called “Beige”. (I’m not making this up!) On the subject of first names, there is a man who goes by “Red” (not all that uncommon), I had a drawing student named “Teal” AND I have a cousin named Pink (somewhere in North Carolina). As you can see, I have lots of thinking time on these training walks.