Alrighty folkses, valuable lesson in booking learned: The above mentioned towns are not as close to one another as initially presumed. Back-to-back-to-back-to-back shows are not advisable if you wanna stay sharp on the road of life. That’s the plain and simple of it!! Despite this, we had a really good time playing these places and meeting new peoples along the way; just wish we’d had more time to spend in each area.
While in The Twin Cities, our good friend Tiffany Ralston introduced us to Mrs. Rebecca Dalton, connected to the famed Hudson Valley folk of yore. She’s a hoot!
Chooch passed a sign of little or no pertinence.
We ate beer-battered fried cheese curds and loved life immensely. To Fargo we go-go went!
North Dakota has things like this decorated the highway sides:
It’s not without a unique geographical beauty either!
And before you knew it, we were miraculously transported into a new land. Montana, they call it.
Oh, snow. Fancy meeting you here…
Our show at the Filling Station in Bozeman was hectic, but we got to meet some good dudes playing good music. Look out for the Kitchen Dwellers on the jam-grass scene in a neighbourhood near you soon.
Ida-hello and goodbye!
Spokane. We played here, really. No, just ask the locals. We also saw an old brothel, which serendipitously sums up our 24 hours there quite nicely.
Bellingham-bound. We left eastern Washington and sallied forth into the Chelan-Sawtooth Wilderness area. We happily blindsided by its unexpected beauty.
Winthrop West. Not exactly the same as Basho’s Winthrop, Maine…
We are the stars.
That evening, contemplative fire time followed.
Over the river and through the woods, to Bellingham’s house we go!
North Cascades magnificent scent makes sense for the no-cented.
Not the Swiss Alps.
Where is my mind…where is my mind?
Aaaand POOF! Just like that, we are in Bellingham hanging with kitties on van rooftops.
Almost done with this round! Four more shows and we’re back to the future of Portland-town… 🙂