We are about to cross the border between Utah and Idaho. We just passed the point where the two ends of the transcontinental railroad came together. It was indistinguishable from all the rest of the low sagebrush topped mountains and dry upland fields that stretched to the horizon on all sides. The bottomland fields are planting in grass or possibly just harvested wheat. others, stretching what seems too far up the hills, are disked but unplanted, or at least unsprouted. There are few house places, but frequent sheep camps. It is the earliest of springs here and the broadest of views. Some irrigation is underway and cattle graze the grassland or glean wheat from the stubble as we near the Idaho line. In the distance a trio of trucks dust a field of maybe 300 acres with lime or maybe fertilizer.The fields between the mountains are vast. It is a country spare but splendid. Again within a few hundred yards of the state line, there are changes in the terrain. More sagebrush and uncultivated fields, more juniper, more cattle.
So, how’s the tour going, Marideth?
Well, I”ll tell you. Denver was a wash. Very little publicity led to an equally sparse crowd, but those who did come had a good time. The Orlikowskis and the Burks were in attendance, all with Ozarks connections and we were very happy to see them. Despite the small attendance, the folks at the High Dive fed us well, treated us graciously and provided us with excellent sound. The Urban Lounge in Salt Lake City was all that and more, with a cozy if not ample audience and tremendous enthusiasm for the show. Translation: they came to see us and they loved us. We were especially happy to be graced with a surprise visit from Sarah’s parents, Ken and Ebie Blevins, who drove the 180 miles up from Marysville, in southern Utah, just to have supper with us and enjoy the show. Today we’re off to Boise to see old friends and play (and stay) at the Modern Hotel. Unlike yesterday’s marathon highway day, today is more of a sprint, only 5 hours or so, and we’ll have time for shopping, banking, resting and visiting. The day started off extremely well, when we unexpectedly met a couple of wandering Ozarkers from Monett, Mo., and sold two CDs in the parking lot of the motel before we had traveled 20 feet. Looks like a good day. More to come.`