Thursday, July 7, 2011

In the heart of America, and only just beginning...


I am writing from a Motel 6 in Minneapolis, MN, about 1,500 miles away from sunny San Diego. Oddwood has been on the road almost a week, and what a week it has been thus far!



We kicked off the tour in Santa Monica, making our way to Frisco (yes, I use that abbreviation), where we blasted folks at Fisherman's Wharf, and celebrated with clam chowder in a bread bowl from a seafood stand. The following day we undertook an 11-hour drive from Frisco to Portland, where we played a very fun show at The Mississippi.




We arrived in Seattle on July 4th, and celebrated the American way after busking at Gas Works Park with dinner and a party at a nearby friend of a friend's house. We proceeded to our after-party of just Oddwood people back in Ballard, where we took over basically an entire museum to drink in and enjoy life. We enjoyed the following morning's breakfast right on a beautiful lake, with a fully-catered meal prepared by one of our bandmate's fathers. As if the lap of luxury were not quite comfortable enough for us, we had our Second Breakfast (*hint: LotR) of homemade french toast and berries at my aunt's house in Bellevue, an upscale and thoroughly Natur-tastic suburb in Seattle. We left the city fully pampered, enjoying cool company, fantastic food, and vast views of evergreen flora.

Our drive East through Washington was a pleasant, unhurried one, allowing us the opportunity to play in a few remaining hills of snow amidst sheer mountain peaks and pine forests. Eastern Washington was nothing to write home about, owing its flat, farm-like appearance to more midwestern states as Iowa, Kansas, or Texas. Montana was a spectacular landscape to pass through, with buttes and mesas and sparse trees and large acreage of farms every which way.

 It was an incredulous 12-hour drive from Missoula, MT to Bismarck, ND, of which eight hours were tackled by my hands at the wheel. We were warned to watch for deer, and luckily saw none but a few carcasses passed. We also stopped for star-watching when we had the best chance at no human/industrial light pollution. The creamy band of the Milky Way ran North to South, and we spotted a few shooting stars and satellites as well. I should note that we arrived in Bismarck at the crack of three a.m.--the time zones adding 2-hours--only to find our hotel didn't reserve correctly after all. We scrambled and, after checking many, found one open room. For some unexplainable reason, people flood into Bismarck and fill every room throughout summer?! What a theoretically uninteresting place to stay/pass through...

We're almost out to Kenosha, Wisconsin, where we'll spend FridaySunday playing the Bristol Renaissance Faire, then onto our eastern tour leg through Ohio, New York, Massachusetts, and more. Bristol sits in an old oak forest, with permanent buildings covered in moss, an actual bog, and large humidity and swarms of mosquitos. 


Anyway, I'll update as the chance presents itself.


All for now, more for later. Until then, this is Drew Peters.

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