|Beautiful Kawich Mountains East of Tonoapah, Nevada|
|Clifford Mine- just off US6 before you head up into the mountains to Bellehelen|
|The ruins of Bellehelen|
I'm the type of person that you could classify a planner...I often stress over the details and worry too much about the small things in life. You can probably say I have a need to be in control of my environment. Occasionally, God just steps in a throws me a curve ball..or in this case... should I say a SNOW BALL.
For months, I have reserved vacation time to add to the already 3 day Memorial Day weekend so that we could make the trip to our favorite remote camping spot far in the Kawich Mountains, east of Tonopah, Nevada. I don't know many people that would drive of 245 miles just to spend a couple of days of solitude and relaxation but that is what Brad and I like to do.
The camping spot is perfect for us and to our great pleasure we found the creek that has been dry on our other visits, flowing with water from the snow melt and so we were greeted with a symphony of bull frogs. For a Missouri girl, transplanted to the Nevada desert this was sheer music to my ears. My artist eyes drank in the beauty of the mountains, rocks, trees and abundant wildflowers. Painting for me, in that setting was pure joy and I found myself hesitant to stop even though I was obviously getting sun burnt. But it was only Saturday and I had another full day to enjoy my new plein air experience, so I made plans to spend the next day painting at the ruins of Bellehelen ghost town.
But now to the God sized snow ball part of my adventure. First kink in a perfect camping trip is a sick rat terrier throwing up all over the camper at midnight. There is just something about sharing small quarters that bring a family close together but when you are in a 23 x 8 foot box and 1/2 of it is covered with greasy dog vomit you find yourself questioning many things in life. Like, why didn't I secure that bacon grease in a better location? Why didn't I put the dog in the crate like I do every night? Why did I bring the dog in the first place? Okay...I can deal with this. I just cover stuff up and wash the disgusting stuff of my right foot because I didn't have my glasses on and stepped on the wrong 1/2 of the camper floor. Just a little extra effort on my part and I'll be painting away again before too long.
The sunrise found me with a resolve to tackle the tasks before me and get that camper whipped into shape so that my day would be as I had planned. But low and behold..I open the camper door to find that 6 inches of wet, fluffy snow was covering everything. Now I might be from Missouri but I moved to Nevada when I was only 16, so driving in the snow is something I have only experienced twice and both times the experience wasn't exactly positive. I was frankly, very nervous and the idea that we were beyond any human assistance and we're now faced with the possibility of having some real issues to get back to the safety of civilization. It was hard not to think about how just a few weeks prior, the news reported the story of a Canadian woman that had been stuck in her van in Northern Nevada for 7 weeks living only on melted snow, trail mix and candy.
I felt the panic welling up and I just said a prayer and decided that I just needed to trust my Montana husband to get us out of this situation that we found ourselves in. With the wonders of 4 wheel drive, my husband was able to pull us all to safety. This experience makes be mindful of the scripture found in II Samuel 23:20 "Benahiah, son of Jehoiada, a VALIANT fighter from Kabzeel (is that in Montana), performed GREAT exploits. He struck down Moab's two mightiest warriors. He also went down into a pit on a SNOWY day and killed a lion." Brad might not have been a fighter, a warrior or have killed a lion, but he sure was my hero on a Snowy Day!
|5-6 inches of fresh snow that fell surprisingly during the night|
|Heading back to Las Vegas-My Montana husband saves the day!|
Let me just share a few of my paintings that have snow as a focal point. I love to painting snot but as you can see by this story I'm not to fond of spending much time in the cold, wet stuff. If you like my work and would like to see more, please visit my website at http://www.julietownsendstudio.com/. These paintings and many more are featured there.