It had been a loooong 37 miles from camp to Kremmling (at the junction of 40 & 9). I NEEDED an espresso and an art fix. There, at the north end, the sign stood, hailing.
But the "Gallery" was closed.
Miffed at being sucked in by the huge sign, I went around to the side, peering into windows and trying the back door. Then, chancing to glance left, I noticed the OPEN sign in a window of one of the motel rooms. Next to the door the words "Lone Pine Art" are spelled out with one-by-two sticks painted in British racing-green.
Bill Janson greeted me at the door and we commenced on a fine conversation about process; it seems it's the same...regardless of style.
An outdoor enthusiast, he'd owned the liquor, grocery and sporting goods stores until he retired. His eye for detail and ability to convey them onto canvas mean you need to stop.
His prices are very affordable too.