This overlook is about 7200 feet above sea level, secluded deep in ranch country in the Davis Mountains. It's a hard, rocky upward hike (my nearby studio sits at 6000 feet), but on a calm day under sunny skies, well worth the shortness of breath of going up and the aching shins of coming down. That's Blue Mountain in the distance, and more beyond that. The actual rocks really are this warmly vibrant, especially after rain soaks into them, and the greens of scrubby pinon, juniper and oak soften the high desert.
This volcanic rock point protrudes from the mountain as an isolated peninsula in the sky, with a sheer drop to hundreds of feet below. It offers sweeping views, but I'm too old and wise and creaky of joints to want to stand on the edge. We were happily hiking a little higher up the mountain in a less precarious place when Jim noticed we were missing Dog 1 (the sensible, older terrier). Our dogs don't run off, hiking, but do have a tendency to sometimes follow their noses off the trail a short distance. I called "Chert!" then gasped. He was standing on the very edge of that farthest-protruding rock as if he was on a high diving board during Olympic trials. Wagging his tail at us, far across The Big Drop. Right ON THE EDGE. We stopped calling him and trusted he had enough dog sense to back off the boulder instead of leaping toward us. He did. Pretty soon, tail wagging the whole time, he boogied up to us via the land route. We didn't scold him for his adventure. I guess he enjoyed the view, too.
- original varnished watercolor
- archival board
- no glass required
- suitable for display on a table easel or shelf, or frame it for hanging
- ships free in the USA