Maggie’s Rock
West of Durango, about 40 minutes, Cherry Creek Road travels
a stunning green valley dotted with cottonwoods, pines, and cattle. Of the many
picturesque choices along the road, the butte to the east caught my eye.
It’s kind of funny how plein air paintings tend to come with
a weather story. This piece is no exception. This was a two-part painting. The
first time my painting buddy and I went out, we were driven back to our cars by
a bitingly cold wind carrying snow from the ridge behind us. I barely blocked
in the basic components of the landscape before I gave in, my hands clumsy from
the cold. A month later, we gave it another try and the weather cooperated,
allowing me to finish the piece.
On that second day, we hadn’t been painting long when an SUV
pulled up and the driver called out, “How wonderful to see artists out here! I
see you are painting Maggie’s Rock”. I went over to the car, and she went on to
tell me that Maggie’s Rock was on land owned by Louie L’Amour. “Wow," I
responded, thinking, hmmm, that’s interesting, but he’s dead and I didn’t think
he had ever owned property in the area—though—fun fact—he wrote many of his novels in a
room in Durango's Strater Hotel. We talked for a bit and then she wished
us well and drove off.
A little later, another driver came down the road and
stopped to see what we were doing. “I see you’re painting Maggie’s Rock,” she
said, and I told her another person had informed me of that.
“The lady I talked to earlier told me that Louie L’ Amour
owns that property,” I said, wanting to confirm that bit of information.
“No,” she replied, “the Ute Tribe owns that land. The
caretaker’s name is Louie…you see him all the time driving around in his pickup
truck.”
Her family had owned property in the valley for generations,
so I concluded she had a better idea of the area’s history.
She went on to say that it’s called Maggie’s Rock because a
long time ago someone named Maggie fell off the rock and died. It reminded me
of how the Navajo people name places for notable events, such as “Where Two Fell Off” in Canyon de Chelly.
We talked for a bit more before she headed on her way and I went back to my painting.
This piece is painted on the center panel of a cabinet door,
which has a “built-in” frame. I started with the center panel painted a rusty-red
color, which you can see peeking through in various places in the painting.














