Dirty tired Albuquerque Boys Choir zips quickly through states. We lose 5th gear on our way to Salt Lake City, so we slow down a lot and watch the Idaho mountains. Did you know that Idaho has a great flat swoosh of land in it that all used to be the Snake River?
Yesterday I woke up in Boise. The sun was in my eyes and a Great Dane was sniffing my face. We left early: sun dogs on either side of the sun were visible all day. We got to Salt Lake in time to combine wine and ice-skating. Then sleep.
Today we drove the heck out of Utah (a gorgeous place), peed in the woods in 4 ft snow, sang a little, drank a lot of coffee, and arrived in Durango, CO. Tonight we play the last show of the tour by a lake somewhere.
After sifting through Santa Cruz (the venue/place to stay fell through, but miracle tour pulled through and so we stayed at Zuni co-op and played for friends in a warm living room) we flew along to San Fransisco. We took the BART into town and played with BEAUTIFUL girl bands until the next year.
(At midnight we stopped our song, everyone yelled and kissed, then we finished our song, then we drank the champagne) Then, on the way back to Berkeley (where we stayed with a goddess who taught us organic chemistry and approved of dresses worn with cowboy boots) I fell asleep. But I woke up just in time for the impromptu concert on the train.