The sun rose quietly and nudged me awake. Fresh air stirred me from my tent nestled among the sub-alpine spruce trees. Quiet breathing from the remaining sleeping bags assured me that I had plenty of time. Blue sky stretched above misty waters of Beartooth Lake , somewhere between 8,000 and 9,000 feet elevation in northern Wyoming, east of Yellowstone. Few mornings are more beautiful. I pulled on my boots, jacket and mosquito netting hat, and took my camera, Bible, and watercolor supplies and headed out to meet with God in His garden meadow, all alone. Long shadows still stretched across the rock where I would still myself in anticipation. Eagerly I savored the sight of each wildflower. Blue, pink, white and yellow hiding among green. Buttercups gave gold as I passed. The freshness of God stretched in every direction. His love and glory written on every leaf and petal. His faithfulness and power stretched across sky and water. His presence greater then the mountains