Thursday
9/9/10
This was
the first painting of the trip, done after a lunch stop on my way south,
in Groton, CT. I stopped in Norwalk with my brother for the evening,
then drove to Annapolis the next day and stayed with my daughter.
9/11/10
Drove down
to the Skyline Parkway at Front Royal (after getting lost in Washington
DC), drove into the park and painted: |
Camped
out in Mathew’s Arm Campground. Ranger gave me a stern lecture
about food and bears. All afternoon I could hear something moving around
in the woods behind my tent. Went to get water to clean my brushes and
when I got back saw a doe step out of the woods 30 feet away. I froze,
she froze, then ran across the road into the woods. I thought, if a
deer, why not a bear? Still snapping of twigs and moving around in the
woods. I ate my dinner standing up, staring into the trees behind my
tent and occasionally making loud noises. Chatted with neighbor, also
from Massachusetts.
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Stopped
off at a trailhead to take a leak. A middle-aged Korean woman was standing
there, as if waiting for me. Sure enough, she started down the trail with
me. She wanted to chat, I was waiting for a split in the trail so I could
have a little privacy. Finally I came right out and told her I’d
come here to take a pee and would she mind…? She laughed and went
on her way. Afterwards, painted: |
Went
back to camp site, cleaned brushes, ate dinner, went for a walk. Chatted
with an older gentleman (the young folk don’t seem to want to
talk to me anymore) and heard his tale of woe. He and his wife had come
out from Washington State on a Harley with a trailer and had hit a deer.
A passerby had picked them up, taken them to a garage, lent them his
Corvette (it was sitting right there), and invited them to stay with
him as long as they want while they made arrangements for a UHaul. I
thought to myself “That would never happen in New England.”
I guess it’s the code of the Harley rider. I saw the two of them
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On
canvas. Not really happy with the results, did the rest of my paintings
on paper. Ate lunch around 4, decided to camp in the Park again, this
time at Loft Mountain. Planned to put on some miles tomorrow.
Changed
my mind about driving to North Carolina. Why add a day of driving and
not be able to do justice to the Smokies when there was plenty to paint
here? Stopped off at ranger’s station and renewed camp site for
three more nights. Had a shower (Nirvana!) |
There
are monarch caterpillars everywhere. When I was sliding the front panel
of my painting box I felt something soft—a caterpillar. The panel
has a nice overhang which he was apparently interested in. Had I painted
another hour, would I found a chrysalis there instead?
Another
“break” at a trailhead, pulling out I see a big black dog
walking down the middle of the road. But it is of course not a dog but
a bear. I sit there for two minutes just staring, wondering whether
I should roll up my window, and for the first and only time on this
trip I feel the urge to take a photograph. Just as I get the camera
out the bear trots off into the woods. |
Decided
to go back 30 miles to the “Pinnacle” view I’d passed.
Extensive roadwork delays. Get ready to set up and suddenly realize I’ve
left my palette at the previous overlook. Luckily I had placed the rained-on
palette in the rear windshield, it’s dry if wrinkly, and I paint: |
Had
my brain picked by an elderly Asian man who was interested in starting
oil painting. His wife stood patiently without saying a word while he
grilled me. After 15 minutes or so I had to just turn away and get back
to work. Another fellow wanted to take my pic for his “Everyday
America” project so I said what the hey. |
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Headed
back and stopped off at first painting site. There sat my palette on
the stone wall, untouched. I got out and said “Oh good, there
it is.” A guy was standing there taking pictures and said “I
was wondering what that was” and I answered “You and everyone
else who’s stopped off here in the last six hours.”
Thursday,
9/16/2010 |
This
was the last painting of the trip. It started to rain and I headed back
north the next day. |
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Sunday,
9/12/10
Rained
like crazy last night, and I had left my paper palette outside. Luckily
I had a spare. A large black bird flew overhead with an eerie deep-voiced
croak. A raven? Heard them several more times over the next few days.
Painted: |
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Spoke for
quite a while with another older gentleman, who’s been traveling
and hiking with no fixed residence for 20 years now. I asked his advice
about getting to the Smokies and he suggested driving the 350 miles
to Gaitlinsburg, TN. He had me convinced, then said “Or you could
just drive down the Blue Ridge Parkway,” which was my original
plan. Saw two more deer, heard ravens, woodpeckers.
Monday,
9/13/10
Packed
up my camping gear, got a coffee, started to drive. Saw a beautiful
view (“Pinnacles Overlook”) but didn’t stop, started
to regret it almost immediately. Lots of road construction going on,
with delays. Stopped around 11 to paint: |
Tuesday,
9/14/10
Next day
a little windy. Worked from 10 to 2 on
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Drove onto
Blue Ridge Parkway and got off in Waynesboro, bought beer, ice and masking
tape (my tape rolls had gotten messed up in the rain too), used cell
phone. Drove back, saw a turkey, more deer back at the campground. I
noticed that, due to holding my palette, my left thumb is several shades
darker than the rest of the hand.
Wednesday,
9/15/10
More deer
this morning. Ho hum. Painted: |
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Overcast
and windy. Stopped at Brown Gap, saw sign pointing toward Doyle’s
Falls. Decided not to carry paint stuff down, which was just as well
as the brook leading to the falls was dried up and I turned around.
Saw an entrance to the Appalachian Trail, stepped two feet onto it so
I could say I had painted on the Appalachian Trail, and painted: |
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