Passing though Tuolumne Meadows, I thought I would nick into the store to say hello, and pay homage to the highly reputed artiste, and HST fellow- Markskor, who works there. So I did, and there he was. He may "swim with trout" every so often, but he looks more like Mountainman who wrestles bear. I put out my regular-sized hand to shake his... with fear, as it was swallowed whole, and I knew this was no artiste. I have no doubt that this man is a stonemason when not resting up in the store. Markskor could not use a paintbrush with those paws, so either he somehow creates his delicate paintings with a trowel, or we've been had, and it's a talented wife or girlfriend who's the painter. Oh well.
In fact, it was very nice to make his acquaintance.
