I had a dear family friend that was a mountain man. He loved his prized posession theone area on his acreage that had a lovely waterfall. The surrounding trees were raked by black bear claw marks and the rivers ran with native trout.He was one of those people that you could feel free to call anytime night or day to help fix a flat tire.
Mont had a bad heart condition. When he was no longer able to climb to his water fall I painted this for his living room.