The first part of our painting trip in Sedona accidentally fell on Memorial Day weekend. Most of the places we drove by were full to bursting so we settled on Grasshopper Point. There we found, at the bottom of a cliff, this nice, little waterfall. The other gals set up at the top, and I, being the daredevil I am, scaled to the bottom. Ok, so it was like 20 feet down, but still. While I was putting the first mark down, I heard a crash, and then brushes started raining down a few feet from me. My pal Kelley's box had blown over and she barely rescued it as it clung to a branch at the top of the cliff. All was saved, not to worry. Here is Kelley contemplating the near demise of her painting box.
