Despite the fact that I live close to the largest body of water in California, it’s not terribly enjoyable during the ‘hot’ season, and Doug and I like to go up to Lake Cuyamaca – up in the mountains, 5000 above the Salton Sea, about an hour and half away, it’s a whole nother climate. We rented our favorite little cabin for three nights and packed up bedding, fishing gear and the bare basics of a kitchen.
On the first evening we went out for a stroll and saw a lot** of wildlife. I had left all connections to work behind, except I took some writing paper, thinking I would put a few poems together. This came out of the evening walk across one of the dams that forms the lake. You will see once you get into it the tune that it’s based around. The last line though requires a little more explanation. We had just crossed the dam and saw a squirrel in the path. We stopped. The squirrel stopped. Then, as we continued, instead of scooting up a tree, it walked down the path towards the dam, just like people walk past each other on a city sidewalk.
On the first evening strolling beside the lake we saw:
Twelve Canada geese
Eleven redwing blackbirds
Ten wild turkeys
Nine cawing crows
Eight scavenging raccoons
Seven strutting grackles
Six massive vultures
Five mule deer
Four fishing herons
Three flitting bats
Heard two hooting owls
And a squirrel walked right past us on the path.
Of course, having left all connections to work behind, that included the camera and on the last evening I was unable to photograph the view across the still lake just after moonrise, which confirmed that there is an even quieter cabin on the other side. I did this from memory.
On the easel – “Cabin” – original oil on canvas 24×36″ $1080.