Yesterday I accompanied Tara and Jeremy up the approach to their climb on Washington Column. It was a nice hike and I even challenged myself to go up the fixed rope at the base of the wall. Oy! Heights! After they had ascended out of sight, I turned and went around the base of the column, heading north. There was a faint climber's approach trail there and I followed it up and around until I was on a precipice high above Tanya valley on a trail that was no wider than my foot.
For the experienced climber, this would probably seem like a well-paved freeway ... but to me ... nyet! I may not do nearly as much daring climbing as experienced climbers, but, in my way I may just get more of an adventure out of it because of my sheer terror of ledges. When I could smell the fear in myself, I pushed myself a little farther ... until I realized, once again, that I was spending a great deal of time at it -- and no time painting. I was loosing the shadows on Tis-Se-Yak (the native American word for Half Dome) as it was.
So, with this great excuse not to risk my neck any more, I turned 'round and went back to a shady spot on the talus of Washington Column and sat down to paint. Just as I was finishing the small study, the shadows on the face of Half Dome vanished.