We left town last Thursday. We left wonderful, warm, sea-level California coast to drive East into mountains, snow, storms, and snow. Did we mention the snow?
We started in Ogden, UT playing two shows at Snowbasin ski lodge. This was pretty damn fun. We all got time on the mountain, including this six-foot-four no-center-of-gravity-I’ve-only-skiied-once-in-my-life-twenty-years-ago bass player. It was a blast. (There’s a sub-plot here where I had a very hard time finding any espresso, but I don’t want to interrupt this band update to lament the fact that the espresso machine at Snowbasin was closed, and we were forced to drink hotel coffee for 3 days. That would be ridiculous, and excessive.) Lots of Utah friends came out to support, and good times are had by all.
Sunday we drove to Evanston, Wyoming. We played in Travis’ bar, Suds Brothers Brewery. Travis, we should add, became our host, tour-guide, temporary band-mate, and provider for our extended Evanston stay. “Extended?” you ask. Yes. Extended. Monday morning saw the closure of I-80 East of Evanston due to insane blizzards, snow, ice winds, and other things that are foreign and strange to those of us who grew up where 40 degrees is considered very, very cold.
Evanston was snow-covered and cold, but awesome. Travis was the most generous host a stranded band could hope for. (Evanston also had espresso, which brings an end to our tension-packed sub-plot. Peace and happiness was restored.) We checked out some thrift stores, went cross-country skiing on the snowed-over golf course, bought fireworks, and ate all Travis’ food.
Today – after making a video in 20 degree weather (5 if you count the wind-chill – video coming soon) – we found out I-80 was open. So, here I am. In the van, all technologically connected to the internet to let you know that we’re headed for Colorado!
Think safe, friction-full thoughts for us on our driving, and we’ll see you out there on the frozen frontiers of the Wild West.