July West Coast Tour
The Pacific North West reminds us of home. Not so much in terms of geography, climate, or party lines or what have you; it is more of a feeling you have when you are there, the way people treat you and how you feel when it is time to leave. When we find ourselves boarding a plane to arrive back in Asheville in less then 24 hours, it is always a bitter sweet feeling. But we know we’ll be back out West soon and it looks like it will be sooner than later with Town Mountain making our first appearance at Wintergrass in 2014.
The past two weeks have brought us to Montana, Idaho and Washington. We seemed to have missed all the rain back home and made it out West for some of the best weather of the year. (We have a knack for booking western tours during the right time of year.) It is dry and warm to a point that makes everything seem to be on the verge of combustion. In fact while we were in Montana, we drove through our first wild fire and got to see just how intense it can become. Fire racing up the side of a steep mountain with only two helicopters trying to douse the looming flames. I can only imagine the helplessness a firefighter would feel staring at a blaze as high as the trees. When you know that you are ultimately at the mercy of Mother Nature and her excessive ways. Kudos to the men and women who risk there lives to help others.
The sky rolls on forever touching each end of the earth in all directions. It remains in a mostly blue hue until the sun creeps out of sight along the western horizon. When the moon is high, it feels crisp like the fall and, just for a moment, sparks a memory from a long time ago. I’m not sure why weather is so captivating and can conjure such emotion, but it does and I’m grateful for that. Back East we have these, for lack of a better term, cozy mountains: the oldest in the world. Green and lush, rounded and tight, welcoming in every sense of the word. They seem to provide the unconditional love a grandparent gives his or her grandchild. In contrast, the western mountains feel intimidating, jetting into the air without mercy. Trying to reach the heavens first and looking like monsters even from 100 miles away. In fact, they are so overwhelming that even the fires I speak of have their limits and are weary of such royalty evident in the snow plated crowns upon the landscape. Hood, Rainer and Everest mighty names for mighty mountains.
We can’t express enough gratitude to the folks who help us out along the way. Giving us comfortable places to stay, excellent meals, great company and all the other amenities that you all have to offer. You know who you are and we’d like to give y’all a great big THANK YOU!
Before I go, I just want to mention that we are in the running for IBMA Emerging Artist of the Year. So to all you IBMA members who are voting, we would love your support. Bobby is also in the running for Fiddle Player of the Year and both he and Town Mountain would love your support as well. For more information visit www.ibma.org.
The rest of the summer is very busy and we’ll be all around the country. Please stay tuned to our blog on our website for more notes from the road. You can find us at http://www.townmountain.net/blog/.