Right on cue, the wild turkeys started their single file march up Emerald Mountain as we arrived at our cabin near sunset. These turkeys march down in the mornings to the stable, and up at night to roost. I thought the late comer at the end might just jump up on the porch as he eyed me curiously! First sketch in my travel journal in Estes Park! I'm the Artist in Residence for the next three weeks! Come see me if you're in the area! Painting number 4545 in 4545 days.
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