A solitary bull traversing the network of trails
stops abruptly. Something is not right. Unsure of this possible threat he cranes his neck from one side to the other, carefully studying the
situation. Should he turn and flee? Is it safe to pass? Mankind is a rare intruder in Canuck Basin. The first time I had seen this place I knew I would have to paint it. Near the Idaho/Montana/Canadian border, this basin was unbelievably damp
and lush with growth. Yet it had game trails the width I had never before seen, devoid of vegetation from all the traffic they saw. The trails
all converging in one spot not unlike a freeway interchange system, then heading off in every direction. |