We’re live at Rothbury Music Festival! Our hi-jinx will be (roughly) recounted and hopefully you’ll get a (clean) image of what’s going on here.
The trip started with insane rain and wind, why wouldn’t it end in a lightning storm? As we sat, white-knuckled grabbing sleeping bags (or in Aaron’s case the “borrowed” couch cushions…) as the deafening thunder and blinding lightning came down quite literally right around us, it wasn’t easy to sleep, but it was easy to think “Good Lord I hope that we live through this. Do I seriously want to be remembered dying on a work trip at a music festival in northern Michigan?” (quick answer: no).
However, we would make it through the ridiculousness. There were no locusts, frogs or taking of first borns, just some crazy lightning and some people who thought that fireworks during a massive storm would be a good idea. We cleaned up the booth and got on the road, facing the fact that every single road in Michiana and Illinois is currently under massive construction and that sometimes NPR reaches for content. The plane was delayed, luckily for Geoff and me, so we made it and at 1 am that night, 14 hours after the beginning of the day’s journey, we were home. I’ve got some conclusions and updates for you:
-The shower is a great modern invention.
-The crowd that appreciates this kind of festival is quick to embrace our mission (but quicker to embrace the free books we had(!))
–Hunter Lovins is an awesome woman!
–Michael Franti is legit
–Gary Braasch takes a mean photograph
-I should never be allowed to not shave
