We have landed and are decompressing at Lynn's house - she is a friend of Zach's. This day started 20 hours ago in Portland, but I don't think any of us are exhausted, as we all slept for large portions of the drive(s). Well, maybe Zach, who drove 90% of the way. Still, as I type, he is sitting on the floor playing with Lynn's cat Domino.
"Hey Zach, are you tired?" I ask. "Getting there," he replies. "Tomorrow will be nice," he says, as he waves a sock in front of Domino. "Yes, it will," I sigh. The positive trade-off from driving 13 hours today is that we don't have to drive at all tomorrow, except for the 30 minutes or so to the gig. Nor do we have anywhere to drive on Sunday or Monday. It's like a false start to the tour, which begins in earnest on Tuesday, as we'll play six consecutive nights, driving all the way from Boise, through Rawlins (WY), Gunniston (CO), Denver, Durango and Phoenix to arrive in Pioneer City, CA on Sunday. Apparently the second-to-last leg is going to be the doozy. We might try to do it overnight to avoid the heat; the van was pretty darn warm just today, and my shirt was damp with sweat halfway through.
It took us 10 hours to get from Portland to McCall, Idaho, and we were actually late for our gig at Crusty's Pizza. Well, we arrived just barely on time, a little before 7pm MDT, but set-up takes a while, and we didn't play our first note until half past-ish. We didn't sound that great. But, as always, the crowd was appreciative and complimentary. As much as we can ask for, I guess. We got fed and watered and paid, and now we have the first gig of tour under our belt. It will get better from here, I think. I hope.
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