The old miner makes his escape drawing Dick and Don towards his mine.

Visited the birthplace of the view-master, aka the Oregon Caves. The caves themselves were awesome and wonderous yet it was a small sign off to the side near the lodge gift shop that caught my eye. Apparently, the little château here was the birth place of the view-master and in turn affordable mass-market stereoscopic imagery. William B. Grubber met Harold J. Graves while staying here, Grubber…

Found twenty minutes to paint while passing though Dunsmuir on my way north to see the great American eclipse in Oregon. Forgot to bring ink so I’ll clean this up a bit later. Can’t complain, after six hours in the car with three boys just sitting by a river is bliss.
