In simple terms a midwesterner looking for a summer road trip couldn’t do better than attending the Rocky Mountain Folk Festival. Travel gear is packed and ready. The tent and camping gear is ALWAYS in a ready position, and it wont take me long to pack a few pairs of underwear, some socks, a few pairs of shorts, a sweat shirt, jeans, and a clean t-shirt for each day. I’d bring along my Nikon to in order to document the beauty and wonders of this marvelous event.
The iPod play “travel” playlist kicks off with a little Willie Nelson and a taste of Grateful Dead to get me across Illinois and into Missouri. Mix in some Uncle Tupelo and Robert Earl Keen and I’ll be in Kansas City before I know it. The great plains will be a perfect mix of favorite folkies from Woody to John Prine w/ maybe a dash of Richard Shindell and Dar Williams. As I hit those Rockies I’ll be blasting out some YMSB, Railroad Earth, and Bill Monroe to carry me through the winding paths.
So say the word and I’ll load up and be on my way. Work will wait and I will through you some fresh review of this years activity complete with photography to sweeten the deal.
