Not just one rock but all of them had come to life, with lips moving and heads turning.
So I paddled out in my belly boat, ready to paint with this mysterious audience hanging over me.
That’s when I heard it. The pebble shaking sound of a spray can. Standing in front of the rocks on a ledge (the lake was down) were two young girls poised to spray the beautiful untouched stone of this canyon lake.
And so the standoff started. The girls are waiting for me to paddle away and I’m waiting for them to head back to camp. Dad is standing on the shore, watching.
So the girls headed back and Dad returned to his site.
“Heh, girls. If you want to leave a message on a rock, then use a stone to etch it with.”
As it turned out, these campers from Alberta stayed longer than us. We had to head back after three nights and wouldn’t you know all the campers at the site left before us.
So we pulled our motor home out knowing the girls and the spray-can would be alone…except for maybe Dad…
There sure were a lot of names etched in rock.
Etchings you could only see close up from a belly boat…I hadn’t noticed them before and some of it looked pretty old.
Since this happened, I’ve longingly looked for the rock to come back to live animation.
It hasn’t happened.
Yet, this painting I did while belly boating in front of the rocks a few years after the event, dried with a face in it.
Wouldn’t you know? Can you see it?
©Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
©GWJ Creative Art