I'm pretty weary this morning as I write about yesterday's great bands. I was kept awake all night last night by a group of campers who were still keyed up after George Clinton's fantastic set. These folks brought their own karaoke setup and some would-be rapper laid really bad rhymes on us. I finally got a couple of hours sleep after security pulled the plug on them after two warnings.
This entire trip ranks up there with one of the biggest adventures I've had to date.
Driving down from Boulder on HWY 93, our VW Bus and every one coming from the north were treated to a wicked lightning show. It’s funny, but my friends and I often joke about leaving our little bubble in Boulder, driving into Jefferson County, seeing the factories and sprawl instead of our lovely open space. Most of the drive is really pretty though. But the city council in Golden hasn’t a clue, they have some of the loveliest geography in America, and instead preserving it, they have turned much of into cookie cutter America. But I digress…