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Okay, anyone who hasn't been to the Alpine Chocolate Haus, hasn't truly been to Gaylord. I'm just SAYING!! If you want to fall hopelessly into a diabetic coma, this is the place. I bought three, took them home and thought - wait a minute - isn't your cholesterol and pancreas going to fall apart if you eat these? Yeah, okay, good point, I said to myself.
I didn't eat them, but I know a young man who LOVES them, and wears the melted chocolate like an olympic medal. However, these are for props. Here is the first painting of this unwholesome treat. I have two more, and they won't last long. This will be a quick series of deliciousness.
I happened to find a good spot next to the Sturgeon, where the snowmobile trail goes over the river. A pickup truck stopped. A young woman and her mother came to see my progress. They were so delightful! I gave the small study away, and packed up before the mosquitoes carried me away. At home, I began a fresh canvas with some warm cocoa and good music.
Found a lovely spot at the crossroads of Wilkinson and I Forgot Road (because basically I was wandering). The sun was setting on the ribbon of roadway, going up the long hill. Some curious deer decided to creep up behind me. They scared me! I turned around to find several does watching me paint! When I jumped, they all took off.
I decided to paint the Elk Viewing area, off Fontinalis Road. It was so pretty, the field practically painted itself. A couple young men parked nearby, and proceeded to unload five dogs. Three large hunting dogs, a pomeranian-sized dog, and a little puppy. We chatted for a moment, and they left to take all five dogs for a good run.
About thirty minutes later, a woman who had binoculars, and hoped to spot some elk, walked up to me and said, "is this your puppy?" Um, no. I took the little guy, and put him in young men's vehicle. He jumped out, and curled up under my easel. So I put him back in their truck. You guessed it, he leapt out the window. This time, he wanted me to chase him. But I got him bundled up, popped him back in the truck - noticed the keys in the ignition - and rolled the windows up to keep him safe. He barked. And barked...and barked. And I began packing up my paints.
The guys returned, and asked me if I had seen a little puppy. I pointed at the pickup truck, where Naughty Little Pup was now all sweet and happy to see them. They had been out in the field, noticed he was missing, and spent an hour searching for him. I guess he got tired of the walk!
For the record, there are NEVER any elk at the Viewing Area. Plenty of people walking through it though. It seems a popular place. I did see some elk, but they were in a hayfield miles away from the Viewing Area.
It's fun to be in a very remote state forest, and come across these pump jacks out in the wilderness. I mean, you're out in the middle of nowhere - and BOOM - a rusty thing! I like rusty things! I set up in the quiet - oh the pines were so fragrant, and the sun was warm....when all of a sudden the pump jack groaned and moaned to life. There seems to be a common theme with me painting along, and being startled by weird stuff, you know?
There was one car on the two-tracker, and the woman inside asked me for directions. GPS is useless, and she was lost. "Which way to civilization?" she asked me. I dunno, I came here to lose touch with civilization. She got her bearings ( turn south at next stop sign and keep going until pavement appears), and I put up with two more grindings of the pump jack before I went home.
Notes from the Easel...
I have an interesting profession. I am an artist, which means I look at everyday life and see interesting things. Welcome to the blog! I'll be including stories about my adventures in art and the colorful world around us.