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Daring Ravine Driving – our first day in Colorado

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

It was our first day in Colorado. We arrived in Colorado Springs to play in the Glen Eyrie Castle. The only trouble was getting our trailer and equipment TO the castle.

Turns out, they don’t make castles for easy trailer-access.

The helpful castle residents informed us we would need to take our trailer out a trail they called the “Fire Road”. It would lead us up a steep mountain overtop the castle, and finally to the castle’s back door.  And half-way through, we would need to reverse the car and trailer, and take the whole contraption backwards to the entrance.

Video can’t really capture the fact that a huge ravine lies directly to your side. But here is our attempt:

 
Daring Navigational Feat by The Redding Brothers at Pike’s Peak

A trick this gas station used

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

When I was driving through the country-side, looking for the opportunity to refuel, I came upon a gas station selling fuel for $3.19. Or so I thought. Since gas prices had just been over $4.00, this was an amazingly low price. But as I got closer, I could see that gas was actually being sold for $3.39. Clever sign.

Clever and evil.

gas for $3.19, or is it?

Gas is $3.19. Or is it?

gas is REALLY $3.39!

Gas is $3.39!

Starbucks in the Middle East

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

Today I went to Starbucks. This was a Starbucks on a last-stop base in Kuwait, where soldiers come before finally reaching Iraq. My brother came through here when he went through his deployment.

I’ve gone more than 25 days without Starbucks, and now the ability to drink something familiar was an escape – an escape from the Arabic world I’ve been in for almost a month. Being 6000 miles from home for an extended period of time is something like being on a spaceship – when I’m at home, if I want something, I only have to drive minutes (at most, hours) to reach it. But here, there’s nothing I can do. If they don’t have something I want, there’s nothing I can do to reach it. If I started panicking, and wanted to go home, there’s nothing I can do. If I needed contacts, or special guitar equipment, or some rare tools, there’s nowhere to go. Even indoor restrooms aren’t something taken for granted here.

I’m in the desert, over 6000 miles from home, in a place where I’ve been warned not to venture far. There are anti-American communities nearby, and we stand out like a sore thumb.

Starbucks is like an escape, like getting to temporarily step outside the space capsule through a magic doorway, back into my neighborhood. And then walking back through the door and returning to the confined bubble thousands of miles from home.

So I ordered my normal drink, and sat inside the Starbucks looking out the windows at the blast barricades surrounding it.

The Last Night in Africa

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

Tonight was our greatest show so far – and to think it would be in the African desert.

I got up this morning, and walked 4 miles in the blazing sun, in a place where humidity reaches 100%. I’m not a sun person, but it was worth it. The trail led outside the military base, so I had to present identification and register to actually walk outside. They warned us about malaria, insects, and wild dogs. I wore insect repellent.

I did run into some wild dogs. They were actually kind of cute, in a weird, spotted-like-a-cow way. I picked up two sticks, just in case. After that, I saw what someone called “Meebos”, they look kind of like meerkats or squirrels, but weirder.

And of course, I saw French paragliders gliding over the ocean. The trail led out to the end of the runway for the military planes, so I stood at the end of it, and looked out to the ocean. Planes flew right by us. The French were here long before Americans, so they know how to have fun here – go paragliding in the early morning.

But the trip wouldn’t have been complete without the random truck decorated like a pinata driving by and the Africans inside asking us if we spoke French.

At least, I assume that’s what they asked. I don’t speak French.

Afghani trucks were the same way. Our semi-trucks are all about function – theirs get decorated like crazy.

We leave for the United Arab Emirates tomorrow. As always on this trip, we have no idea what will happen or who we will meet or where we will go when we get there. Someone knows, and they’ll tell us on a need-to-know basis.

It’s kind of nice.

A Vast Wilderness

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

Every day I teach, I take a 20-minute drive from Nashville to Murfreesboro. This drive is nothing at all compared to the pain of the morning commute into Nashville everyday.

In fact, the drive just flies by. I listen to the radio, engage myself in my own thoughts, or eat McDonald’s as I drive.

But today I woke up. I didn’t eat McDonald’s, didn’t listen to the radio, and didn’t think. And I realized a strange and wonderful truth.

Between me and Murfreesboro stretches a vast wilderness I must cross. The drive there is not so much a morning commute as it is an excursion between two remote outposts of civilization; outposts on the cusp of a vast expanse.

The road itself, the buildings dotting that road, and my own thoughts had hidden this from me.

But just looking at the reality as it flashed by convinced me that if I were to rise up a few hundred feet, the truth would be seen: this was nothing more than a flimsy covering laid on top of the wilderness underneath. The flimsy covering couldn’t begin to actually contain the reality that stretched out away from it and beneath it for hundreds of miles.

Odd things happen when you stop and observe.

Finally Legal

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

For the first time in years, I’m actually a legitimate resident of a state. That state happens to be Tennessee.

For the entire time I was living in WV, I had a Washington State driver’s license. Once I had moved to Tennessee (with WV plates and a Washington driver’s license) and had lived here for awhile, I decided to update to a a WV drivers license.
So I went back to WV (where I still had some mail and residency documents), and got my license. Only trouble was, they accidentally gave me a learner’s permit. And I didn’t realize this until 2 weeks later, back in Tennessee, when someone asked me to see it.
So I drove back to WV, got my license upgraded to a real WV Driver’s License, and everything was fine. Except they got my birthdate wrong. But I let that slide.
So here I am living in Tennessee with WV plates and a WV driver’s license. Finally, my WV plates expired, and I decided to get Tennessee plates. So for the last year, I’ve been driving around with Tennessee plates and a WV driver’s license.
Today, I finally went legit. I went and renewed my tags, and applied for (and received!) a Tennessee Driver’s License! I may have accidentally perjured myself in the process, but I did receive it.
So for the first time in years, all my documents are from one state. And that state happens to be the one I’m actually living in.
It’s a monumental occasion, and I just thought you should know about it.

Things to Learn in Lexington

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

A couple of points:

  • Towers are tall. And wobbly.
  • Everyone should drink Choco Giraffello – a chocolate drink from Mexico, with a hint of cayenne.
  • You can’t order pizza in Wilmore, KY late at night.
  • 8 people and 2 cats don’t fit well in one bedroom apartments.
  • Airplane racing is the craziest sport on earth.
  • It’s nice to be bumped from a small hotel room to a large townhouse.
  • No one knows where Wilmore, KY is – including pizza delivery guys from neighboring towns.
  • Hobos rock.

Trip to Iowa City

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

We took a trip up to the fabulous land of Iowa City, Iowa for a big show. The Marriot we stayed at had a very helpful sign to let us know not to drive up on the grass.

On Friday, we decided to drive through Iowa City, exploring the wildlife, admiring the prarie, and picking up a big screen tv from the rental center. When looking for a parking spot, we accidentally parked right in front of a coffeeshop. Since there were 20 minutes (remember that number, it’ll be important later) left on the parking meter, we decided to go in and partake of their offerings.

The shop was mysterious and Asian. Outside, it looked tiny – inside, it was huge. It was dimly lit, and smelled as if Hungarian poets made it their regular hang-out. We were in the middle of Iowa, smelling like Hungarian-Asian-magical-poetic coffee. What were we to think?

When our customized frozen drinks were delivered, instead of having lids, they were wrapped as if they were pre-packaged. We were amazed! How did they get those plasticized lids on there? We couldn’t peal them off, we knew they weren’t pre-made, and the straw went straight through. We could only conclude that they had some crazy magic cup-laminating machine in the back.

Unfortunately, their magic machine was slow, and we didn’t get out until 25 minutes (this is where that earlier number I told you to remember comes back into play) later – only to find our time expired and a ticket on our windshield.


The police-folk of Iowa City are timely and prompt. If only I had thought to read The Visitor’s Guide to Parking in Iowa City. Maybe then none of this would have happened.


- The End

Life in Paducah

Saturday, May 19th, 2007

For the last several weeks, we’ve been spending almost all of our time in Paducah, KY, a strangely artistic little town on the border of Metropolis, IL (self-proclaimed home of Superman).

Last week I was in desperate need of strings on a Sunday afternoon, so I began rifling through the yellow pages, trying to find a music store that was open. This being small-town America, many of the business entries in the yellow pages put me directly through to someone’s cellphone. So I would talk to these people for a while, then discover that their business was not open on Sundays, and they were just lounging around at home.

Now, forgive me for having lived in bigger cities, but I expect that if I call a store and it is not open, then I will get either no answer, or more likely, an answering machine that tells me the hours they ARE open.

ANYWAY, I was still calling music stores, and I finally called the last one in the book. This time, a guy answered, and told me he was in and out of his studio. He then proceeded to spend about 15-20 minutes rummaging through his stuff trying to find me some strings. Pretty soon, I decided to head out to his store.

As I followed the directions, I headed out past the mall, farther and farther out of town, and finally down a gravel driveway. Jumping out, I looked around for evidence of a studio. Instead, I saw a brick patio and a rickety set of wooden stairs leaned against a concrete slab, leading down into what appeared to be a cellar.

We headed down to meet one of the most interesting guys I’ve ever bumped into.

His cellar was converted into a full recording studio, the walls crammed full of memorabilia and other instruments. He had one of the earliest instruments known to man. He had an amp used by Slash. He had a guitar he had designed, which Melissa Etheridge later made famous. He had a Flying-V ACOUSTIC guitar.

And he had a toilet from 1920. With the wall-mounted flush box and everything.

There is much more that could be said about this visit, but that one item about sums it up.

-micah