Entrance to the Wellspring

After spending late evening at the Bear Faction camp I awoke on Monday morning with a surprisingly clear head, it was ringing only to the memories of new songs. It would seem the "whisky in a bag" we were drinking was more forgiving than I would expect.

The entrance to the Wellspring stood before me and I settled down to draw. Just a few people passed  me as I worked and the only distraction I seemed to find was the smell of coffee & breakfast from near by.