Right after I wrote my last post via Crackberry while riding in the packed Tourmobile, we ran out of gas. At the top of steep and rocky Keebler Pass near Crested Butte in Colorado, we had no problem getting down the mountain. We coasted and coasted, passing bikers and bison, waiting for the road to flatten and our eventual fight against inertia.
The steep grade of the road gave way to valley highway and things looked desperate. The town of Crested Butte appeared below us and the highway led directly into town from the hills. Good thing, as our set was a mere hour away, and any uphill road would have foiled our efforts to make it on time. The townsfolk were not please as we proceeded to blow five stop signs in a row, asking passerby about the location of the nearest gasoline.
Just as the Tourmobile was about to lose all momentum and cease to move, a Phillips 66 appeared on the right. We rejoiced in the parking lot and caused a commotion while we filled our 42-gallon tank ($153).
After playing the Fat Tire Festival, we scored an unplanned gig in town at a local bar in return for free dinner and beer. We set up a tent in the national forest for lack of an open hotel when we were done, and set off for Durango in the morning.
After playing at the Steamworks Brewing Co. last night (excellent IPA's), we are contemplating what to do with our whole two days off! We are in Flagstaff on Tuesday night so we figure we will camp tonight in southern CO and head to the Grand Canyon for some spelunking tomorrow in Arizona.
Other than the stress of calling booking agents and managers for Mountainside Mardi Gras next year, tour is fun and easy.
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