Fast forward 7+ millennia to 28 February, when I received a telephone call from the Education Coordinator at what is now Crater Lake National Park and an invitation to be the Park's 2013 winter Artist-in-Residence. Now, for those of you who are a flatlanders (like me) let me interject that "winter" in this case does not mean next November or December. No, in the higher elevations Oregon'c Cascade Mountains, winter means May. (And lest you think that's a joke I will share with you that I've been told that I can expect to find snow depths of as much as 8 to 12 feet when I arrive!) So, I've got just over two months to pull my kit together, get myself in shape, make my travel arrangements, and reestablish a rigorous day-long sketching routine. And I thought you might like to come along through a series of articles -- both as I prepare, and on the adventure itself.
OK, I should probably apology to E. M. Foster for taking the title of his delightful novel in vain -- but, as you might imagine, I'm in a particularly "exuberant" mood, and my sense of humor tends to get a bit quirky when that happens.