Indian fire Road

I rode up Indian Fire Road to do a little painting this afternoon. It was a fine warm day but that all changed when that evil shadow crawled down the mountain and draped me in its icy embrace. I might as well have been standing in a snow drift. I folded up the painting gear and sprinted for home but I couldn’t out run the chilly darkness. I was so numb it took a long hot shower to stop my teeth from rattling and my toes to thaw. This months water bill will be one for the record books.

From Indian Fire Road looking down Blithdale Ridge Fire Road and Camino Alto, Looking south towards San Francisco.

oil painting
oil on panel 9x11in
pov
artist view

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