Arizona, how hot thou art! On our way outta Sedona, we climbed around Bell Rock for a second, and then headed further south to Phoenix for a day.
Never has so much red rock rocked so much. The ravens circled around us as we climbed higher and higher, letting us know Miles was well-cared for, and watching over our every move. 🙂
Onto Phoenix, where a cool day means 93f!?!
We played a great show in Phoenix at Fiddler’s Dream. Pics of that are forthcoming, ok? We left for the Tucson Folk Festival the very next morning!
Onward, indie-folk soldiers! We left Tucson at 1:45pm to drive four hours north-by-northeast to Pinos Altos, New Mexico for a three-set gig the same night! It was well worth the whirlwind. Pinos Altos is a 200 person town with six 150-year-old adobe structures. We played in one of them. Next post!