Greetings from the Road!
Geli and I are about a week into our month-long run from Seattle to New Orleans and back. So far, the tour has been a blast.
The trip kicked off last Wednesday, the 28th, at The Anchor Pub in Twin Falls, Idaho. We set up and played to a group of folks on the patio before settling to chow down on some tasty food and hang with a group of locals around the fire. That night, we (Geli, her two dachshunds, and myself) slept in the RV in the parking lot behind the bar. We woke the next morning and stopped to check out Twin Fall's famous bridge on the way out of town. This monster towers over the Snake River and is frequented by brave base-jumpers who travel from all over to leap from its vertiginous heights.
That afternoon we landed at Jordanelle State Park, right outside of Park City, Utah. We parked the RV beside a large reservoir, flanked by hills turned tie-die red and yellow by changing autumn leaves. After setting up camp we took the car off the trailer and jetted into Salt Lake City for our first gig in the area at The Green Pig Pub. We played three hours worth of music for a crowd of awesome people. One very enthusiastic group--led by Salt Lake Steve--was feeling particularly loose and danced for the last hour of our set--singing along to the cover tunes they knew. They even demanded a few encores.
The next day we enjoyed an afternoon in the Park City sun before meeting up with the rest of the band at Park City Brewing to play a pre-wedding party for some Seattle friends of ours. The two-hour gig was a blast, also characterized by excessive singing and dancing--including a twenty-person conga-line that grooved its way around the inside of the brewery.
The next two days in Utah were amazing. Geli and I played the processional for a wedding in the Wasatch mountains before zipping down to Moab to explore Arches national park. The next day we drove through the rest of Utah, Colorado, and most of New Mexico--where we took an Albuquerque hike along a canyon peppered with hundreds of Pueblo Indian petroglyphs. This canyon was also home to a very speedy jackrabbit and an army of large black beetles that would stick their butts in the air when they would feel a human walk by.
Now, after a morning run along some southern New Mexico fields, we're once again packing up the rig and getting ready to hit the road, bound for Austin, Texas.