It was windy in Springer, NM

We call it The Road not because it’s whimsical or romantic, we call it that because that is all you see for hours at a time. Yes, coupled with some really great scenery out West, but look straight ahead and there it is…The Road.

We had a grand time in New Mexico, stopping at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge to walk across.

Jana: “What river is that?”
Susan: “Uh…the Rio Grande.”
Jana: “Oh. Yeah.”

Last Friday night Susan opened the show for Blame Sally at Swallow Hill in Denver. This was awesome because Swallow Hill is a fantastic venue and because we discovered just how excellent the ladies of Blame Sally are. The songwriting, the musicianship, the harmonies…all of it was inspirational and awesome. Go. See.

On Saturday we had about 45 minutes to spare and were driving through Arvada, CO, where the Old Town Pickin’ Parlor resides, one of the coolest guitar stores I have ever been to, for sure. As happens to me sometimes, I found myself walking out with a new instrument (what can you do?)…a cigar box banjo. It’s cool, and Susan has been teaching me chords while she drives. Safety first, then music theory!

Now we are in Casper, WY after a fun time in Saratoga and Centennial. It’s Shark Week, apparently…cable in motel rooms is always welcome!