I met yellow-bellied marmots on three occasions during my journey through Wyoming to Yellowstone. This piece is loosely based on memories near the top of the Upper Falls. This one surprised us along a rock wall an arm's length from the car as we finished our day. I'd spent a while sketching the falls, photographing the lush depths of the forested outcrop above the cliff, and mesmerized by the roaring, swirling waters. I wanted to capture the feeling of the rugged, misty atmosphere of that experience in the implied landscape of this piece.