Well, by now Jay and Mark have finished playing in Tucson. It goes without saying that we wish we could have joined them. Salt Lake City on a Sunday is not a happening place. We stopped crying long enough to have a gluttonous meal at The Red Iguana. Hopefully, the van will be fixed in the morning and we’ll be on our way to Phoenix. If not, we go to plan B which is to complicated to explain.
Chris, Jason and I decided to stay up at Snowbird Mountain to pass the time yesterday. It was a beautiful day filled with tram rides, open bar, 6-shooter Frank, Old 97’s, too much bluegrass and a festival staff that wasn’t thrilled by our continued presence. Jeepers did we have fun. I put together a little scrap book of the day: