With that feeling, Liz and I went to the Red Ants Pants Music Festival this past weekend to wake up my soul in an equally sleepy town. The dusty prairie was my dawn and the thump of the music was my wake-up call.
It wasn't too raucous for the thousand-person agraria of White Sulphur Springs, Montana.
|Polite awakening with Jason Isbell.|
Or at least jump from campsite to campsite every 14 days, fishing and following music without the stress of a routine life.
|Our shadows stretched into the evening.|
|No more buffalo.|