I return to this spot on Bishop Creek in Southern Yosemite every time I look at this painting. It smelled clean and wet. The creek lulled me with a gentle bubbling sound. I knew these impressions would be with me forever. It felt like love. I spent seven or eight hours here. I had a little stove to make mate (Argentinian Tea), my bombilla and gourd, hard boiled eggs, and ramen. It was pretty sweet.