Not even a half mile from Camp Lockett on the PCT, I plonked down in the shade on the left side of the trail where there was a good rock to sit on while I messed with my waistbelt’s pack buckle that insisted on riding down my butt under the big pack, most annoyingly; it had to solved. Of course I looked up and all around as I always do when not injured, and there was this huge old dead tree shard across the trail to the east, and it was holding up a big chunk of granite some five or six feet up from the ground!
Somehow, in its ancient growth, this old juniper either lifted up a rock in its roots, the roots eroded from underneath, or both. As loosely or mystically I have rendered this, I can attest it was “just like that.”
Wild, huh?
This one took me five days. About thirty hours. Stroke count? I kid you not, 138,000. Yep. Procreate, the drawing program I am using, keeps that statistic. It includes erasures, I am guessing.
I do not actually want that many touches to do small pieces like this. But details are essential in any work that gets looked at longly and frequently.
Dude.
Thanks.