((If you missed pt. 1, posted yesterday, you can check it out HERE))

7/19/14 – 7/21/14

We finally rolled into Idaho Falls at 2am, and then had a 7:30 van call to drive to Targhee Fest, at the Grand Targhee resort in Wyoming.

We got in safely, set up and then proceeded to ROCK OUT with the crowd. They were amazing! When we finished they wouldn’t let up screaming, demanding an encore. It is very rare to get an encore at a festival. In fact, it has only happened to us twice. Once last year, and once this year. Both times at Targhee fest.

When our set was done, I put on some shorts and set off deep into the Teton Wilderness. I would show you a picture, but my phone died early on the the hike, and no footage was taken. That’s alright though, it lives on in my mind. Sloping mountain canyons. Three thousand foot drops and high alpine forests. The famous Teton peaks rising cragged in front of me.

The lineup of the festival was amazing, as always. After us was Nicki Bluhm, followed by Trigger Hippy, and closed out by The Tedeschi Trucks Band. After all the sets, Arleigh took an awesome picture with Nicki Bluhm, Susan Tedeschi, Joan Osborne and Jackie Greene.

Late that night, Arleigh sat in with The Hooligans (Tom who plays guitar in the band also runs the festival). She sang lead vocals on “Willin,” by Little Feat. Billy Payne himself was playing piano. It was out of a dream. I stood off to the side and played tambourine,sometimes  jumping in on high harmonies. What a day. That week, (Grand Forks, Calgary, Targhee Fest) we drove over 40 hours to play three shows. Sheesh.

In the morning, we set our sights on Helena, MT. The mountains were drenched by thunderstorms. At a rest stop, in a violent downpour, there was a small mole seeking shelter in the men’s room. The tiny creature was soaked through, running blindly towards the door, getting lost, trying to climb the walls.

The venue that night, the Myrna Loy Center, is a performing arts center and independent movie house built in the old county jail. The rough hewn walls and ceilings are carved from stone. Inside, they have completely renovated the place and installed a state of the art sound system. We loaded in, set up, got wired, started soundcheck… and then a fire broke out. Somehow the two huge curtains in the back of the stage had gotten wrapped around lights, and the heat caused them to burst into flame. We thought initially they had just turned on a haze machine! Thankfully, the crew responded immediately and no one was hurt. None of our gear was damaged. However, there was a thick cloud of smoke and of fire retardant dust hanging in the air. The fire extinguisher got all over everything. Such a surreal scene. Here are a few pictures we took:



So, yeah, that was a first! The guys on the crew were really awesome though. One guy said, “We swear, this never happens!” Ha. Just another soundcheck, right? We cleaned everything up. They brought in an air compressor and blew the dust out of the grills of our amps, off my drum heads and cymbals. Somehow the show was only delayed by about 45 minutes. And then we proceeded to play a great show, on a Monday no less! Helena, thank you guys SO MUCH for welcoming us. And a huge shout out to everyone who made the drive from Targhee Fest to come see us two days in a row!

After the show, the guys took us down into the basement to give us a tour. They showed us the old solitary confinement room. There were hand prints made with dirt (?), at least I hope it was dirt. Old dates were scratched into the stone walls.

In the back of the room was an old brass door. The guys (one of whom’s father had been a guard there in the late 1980’s before the jail closed) told us that the guards at the prison used to take target practice in a tunnel right behind the solitary cell. They would wing bullets off the brass door, creating the most god-awful racket I’m sure the prisoners had ever heard! Here’s a picture of the bullet scars on the door!

Altogether, it was an unforgettable night.

Anyways, that’s it for now. As always, thank you for taking this journey with us.

Yr friend,
Bram