THE LIVING MOUNTAIN

Once again I climbed into the mountains, chose my composition, and began. I put more detail into the foregound which took more time. I pushed well into dusk before I started back down to the car. I slipped and rolled about thirty feet down the slope through the cactus. I was unhurt except I had to take off my jacket and trousers to remove the cactus spines. That was the only time I stayed too late.