Scott 'fixed' his glasses. They didn't last long.
Day 23 – Edmonton
Sleeping a little late, we awoke with a start to a humid Saskatoon and got down to driving. The Edmonton gig was at an outdoor festival (The Works Art & Design) in the heart of the city. There was a large fountain and much talk of jumping in, but the weather turned on us and gusto for wetness waned. The set was very fun – massive stage and sound system and all of our amps on 11. After, we hung out with Cara and Jenn from Montreal band Un (like uhhhhn, not U N). They were very good times – we cavorted, made light, and drank warm Miller Highlifes in the van.
Day 24 – off
We slept ridiculously late, but didn't really have anywhere to go anyways. We spent the day hanging around Edmonton and trying to accomplish things that we'd been putting off. After making some soup in a parking lot and discussing the finer points of rip-off-ery with a Bell representative, we headed out of the 'ton and made our way south, headed to Spokane by way of the southern pass. A while out of Calgary we found a proper camping zone and posted up for the evening.
Heat your soup, man!
Deer contemplating a poor life choice.
Day 25 – Spokane
The southern pass through Fernie and Cranbrook is really really nice. It's significantly lush and curvy, and the towns are quaint. We did not see any wildlife of note unfortunately. The border crossing was uneventful and we passed into Idaho, which was also quite beautiful. Plenty of farmland, supergreen pastures, fresh air and swimmable lakes. I was imagining a lot of potatoes, but saw none. A lot of lazy cows were hanging around though.
We got into Spokane and investigated the food situation. Scott got some burgers, but upon arrival at the venue we got some free dinner and PBRs too, so he was exceptionally full – and hilarious because of it. We hung around with a couple dudes named Jeff, played pinball, played the set, and then drove out of town to a place called Sprague.
Julian chilling with one of the Jeffs.
Sprague is the epitome of a one horse town, but it's the kind of horse that has caught a terrible malady and is now in the processing of being turned into glue. If there was any place that we could have been murdered, buried, and forgotten all in the same night, it would have been here. We slept lightly by a park and, by the time we left the next morning, we'd still seen very few signs of life.
Day 26 – Seattle
The drive from Spokane to Washington took us directly by the home of Sasquatch Music Festival – the Gorge. We took this opportunity to dip our dirty selves in the Columbia River, and damn that was refreshing.
Here we see a Julian in its natural habitat - notice the soapy Danzig mohawk. Classic.
We meandered our way into Seattle, hit up a guitar centre to repair Scott's kick drum pedal (which was showing serious signs of wear), and met up with our good friend Andrew for some serious Mexican dinner and drinks. So very glad to be back on the west coast.
The show was at a place called Rendezvous, a super killer space. The bands for the night were Friendly Creature, Chemical Clock (both jazz wildness of significant brilliance) and Pollens (six part vocal harmony madness – absolutely beautiful and highly recommended). A great night of music truly was had.
Friendly Creature with subtle lighting -
Chemical Clock digging into it -
And a couple shots of Pollens doing their incredible thang . . .
Later, we went back to our pal Paurl's place and watched us some discovery channel until way too late in the night / early in the morning. The most important survival tip learnt was – bring a knife if you're going to be stranded.
Off to Portland now, hopefully with some delicious donuts and taxless alcohol! Shazam!
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