Woke the next morning to Brea's little voice inviting me to their camp for breakfast. She also wanted to see last nights painting. I joined the family for breakfast where they told me they had a family emergency and were leaving. Would I like their coveted camp spot? I was sad to see them go but it was nice to be able to paint without having to lug gear around. I titled this painting after Brea in honor of their generosity. This is the same view as the night painting.