Time expands and contracts. I’m in Caldwell Idaho at a wonderful place called the Manor. A house/venue/spot that has been a coveted favorite of countless bands I have now been introduced to. Impeccable taste in music this young man has. We found our way here after a night in Avon. We played this morning during breakfast burrito hour at the Porcupine Music Festival. Porcupine was an experience. Another world. We drank the koolaid. Long story short. We’re happy. We’re healthy. We’re a little dirty. Everyone we have come across has made this such a journey.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair