Purgatory Chasm has always been an important place for me. Before I could ever understand the complexities of geology, the shallow “caves” hid monsters. The strangely tumbled rocks and mammoth boulders spoke of giants. The pungent smell of hemlock needles heated by the sun on a summer day is still my favorite scent. So it is with love and reverence that I visit as often as I can, and paint this treasure when I can’t be there.