Hunting and Gathering in Ouray, CO

In October, 2020, I was invited to join my painting mentors on a trip to Ouray, CO. There were many reasons this trip was notable, both professionally and personally.

First of all, it was such an honor to be included in this group of painters. They traditionally head to the mountains in the fall. I had heard of this trip and seen the photos of paintings for many years. Every time I saw the field studies they did, my mouth watered. I had fears that Covid would de-rail the trip, but I felt very safe; we ate outdoors, painted outdoors, and had our own cars. We were good to go!

Left to right: Myself, Mitch Baird, Skip Whitcomb, Ralph Oberg, Matt Smith, Dan Young, and Mark Boyle

Each day brought a new wonder. We traveled rough roads into narrow valleys and studied the forms of rocks that make up these massive mountains. The weather was perfect, the aspen leaves at their apex of beauty, and the wind was low.  Here are some of my paintings from those glorious days:

From Yankee Boy Basin on our first day

Another one from that day in Yankee Boy Basin

Ralph had mentioned that the road might get a little “four-wheelie” as he glanced at my car in the parking lot of the motel that morning. I had an AWD Acura, plus many years of 4×4 experience driving up Spring Creek road to my parents’ tipi site. I said, “it will be fine,” in a hurry to start painting.

It wasn’t until I stopped in a cloud of dust at the foot of those mountains that I realized I might have bitten off more than I could chew. Knowing that it’s always easier to go up a rough road than down, I worried my return to town might be challenging. I had bottomed out a couple times and was a bit surprised not to see a puddle of fluid under my car by lunch time. Needless to say, I painted that day like it was my last.

Here I am, cool as a cucumber, painting like it’s my last day on earth

When I inched back down to Ouray, successfully avoiding the rocks and keeping my oil pan hole-free, I breathed a sigh of relief. The guys and I all agreed: I need a Rubicon!

Mitch and Matt had an air of confidence, knowing that Matt’s Tacoma has been developed over the years to become the perfect Artist’s Plein Air Mobile

The next day took us to the iconic Mt. Wilson, otherwise known as “the Coors Mountains.” If you grab a can, you can compare it with my painting and see how I did.

Mt. Wilson Field Study

Besides the beautiful mountain, the aspen trees were just perfect that day. I can still feel the golden light soaking into me from that day.

Skip in his happy place

 

Quite the line up!

 

The Four Amigos

That afternoon, we went our separate ways. Mitch and Matt decided to enjoy their agile vehicle, and they went over Ophir Pass. I believe Ralph and Skip took a nap. Since it was my last night, I went to Last Dollar Ranch and painted one more while the sun went down.

View from Last Dollar Road

And who do you think drove up?! It was my dear friends, Dave Santillanes and Heather Burton! They were on a painting trip in Telluride and driving around, looking for material. We all pulled out our paints and enjoyed a beautiful evening in the Colorado Mountains. They even helped their sweet daughter to make her own painting.

Dave Santillanes and Heather Burton, doing what they do best!

The smoke from the wildfires in CA finally blew in at the end of our trip. It muddied the skies and made us all feel OK that we had to leave. We realized just how lucky we were that week.

If you’d like a different view of the adventures of painting these mountains, you can check out the Retrospective now on display at the Steamboat Art Museum. It features the work of Dan, Skip, Matt and Ralph over the past 30 years. Here’s a link to that show: https://steamboatartmuseum.org/four-directions-common-paths/

Family History Tour

One significant thread throughout the trip was my family history in the area. As I roamed around in the mountains, I pictured my great-grandmother, Fannie, riding in wagons and on horses. Did she visit her friends in the high mining towns? In the town of Ouray, where they lived, I could feel her yearning for the sun in the winter months. And as I thought of the big city of Denver, where she would honeymoon with a young attorney that she met in Montrose named Ben Griffith. Grandpa Griffith would thereafter be elected Colorado Attorney General, and they moved to Denver where she would hold her place in society. I marveled at how far she had gone in her life.

Fannie and Maggie in Ouray, CO

My great grandmother, Fannie Finch, was born in Del Norte, CO but was raised in Ouray.  In the nearby town of Montrose, Chief Ouray lived with his wife, Chipeta. According to family lore, Chipeta and her band agreed to babysit Fannie when Fannie’s mother was away on an errand for some days, when Fannie was a very young child.  Chipeta then took Fannie with her when the band moved into the high country. After a search party went out with Fannie’s mother, they found Fannie in good health and dressed as a Ute child, with clothes made for her by Chipeta, including the moccasins which are in possession of one of her grandsons, pictured here, with a note of verification by Fannie’s young sister, Maggie. The family maintains that the relations between the Utes and the settlers were entirely friendly, after the last war started by Colorow ended in 1880, and that Chipeta was a long time friend.

As I was leaving Ouray, I stopped in the graveyard. I found the listing for Fannie’s Grandfather, Andrew Jackson Finch, who had died in a bobsledding accident. I saw the grassy spot where he must lie, but there is no headstone. The view is clear of the valley, and the big trees shade the peaceful knoll.

Overall, the trip to Ouray was incredible. I sure hope I get invited back. And I hope I have a Jeep by then!

I recorded a brief video of myself in Ouray, as I pondered the fates that brought me there for this trip. You can view it by clicking here

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4 Responses to Hunting and Gathering in Ouray, CO

  1. Ralph Oberg says:

    Chula, that was lovely. Thank you for your kind comments on our behalf. It was such a pleasure to have you join us, and yes, a return is very likely!
    Thanks for the detailed info on your heritage here, you are truly a rare one, fourth generation Coloradoan!
    Stay well, hope to get up to see the show myself one of these days!

  2. Mary Lamy says:

    Chula, I was in a Dan Young workshop with you about 6 years ago. I had never painted en plain air. You were so kind to me as Dan attended to the more accomplished artist.
    I am thrilled that you are in the Susan Simpson Gallery in Cody. She really represents the cream of landscape painters. I have been to her gallery a number of times, she has an impressive array of artists.
    You have grown so much and I know you will continue to do so.
    Mary

  3. Cedar Keshet says:

    You are a very good writer as well as an accomplished painter. Woman of many talents! Thanks for sharing the story of your painting trip in October 2020. Your paintings from then bring back lovely memories for me. I recall when I used to train and run in Ouray for the Imogene pass run in my younger (and more intense) days. I remember the views of Yankee Boy basin. Did you ever go up to the start of Camp Bird? I do recommend something 4×4 with a shorter wheel base and not a big hood. That blocks the view of the road when you are going down a curve. My new 2016 Tacoma has too big a hood. My older 2006 Tacoma was perfect. Just some info on that.
    Keep on the good path, Chula, you are a pioneer yourself. The only woman with those guys!

  4. John Potter says:

    Great read! Very much enjoyed your words and photos, Chula – and I was able to read it all with only a slight twinge of jealousy!! Would LOVE to have been on that trip (in my trusty 4-Runner TRD Off Road Premium! haha)! I’m sure the Spirits of your ancestors smiled upon you, and that the Spirits of the Ute Peoples understood, and smiled about, your love for the Land – very much evident in your beautiful paintings. Can’t wait to see you, and more of your work, at the Brinton!

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