That was an offer I couldn't refuse. In April 2001 we caravanned with friends to Tybo, camped and enjoyed ourselves, dragged our folding tables out and had dinner in the middle of the road on the bridge crossing the creek. Next morning I got up at 4am and set out to walk the site. I got into all the old buildings, saw what there was to see, and came back in time for a leisurely brunch. This painting is a view out the front windows of the store, up to where the headframe of the mine perches high on the opposite wall of the canyon.