Only a day and an half hour late, our journey to Phish at Berkeley began. Interstate 80 took us (Bobby, Gypsy, Sobe and Nicole) all the way through the most inspiring geology of the Midwest. Blasting down I 80 going a legal 75 mph the whole way, we saw the beauty of America unfold in front of us. As soon as we hit Wyoming, red mountains started to sprout out of the landscape. We made some much needed stops at the Lincoln Monument (the highest point of Interstate 80), Laramie, WY, Rock Springs, WY and Green River, UT.
Laramie, WY is a great tourist destination. The small downtown area had everything the students of University of Wyoming could even need. The school lies downtown and everything is with in walking distance. There is a Geological Museum in the university. The museum is small, but it has great exhibits. “It’s a cute little college town,” Nicole comments about Laramie.
In Rock springs, WY, we found a family of pronghorns; an antelope like animal. There was a wild horse farm hidden up a dirt road a couple miles off the highway. We drank our last four warm beers and sat atop a hill on a shaded bench. The sight was truly awesome. The striped red/orange plateaus were a picturesque background. The wind was blowing steadily and small tornadoes were born in the dust down by the huge ring of horses and ponies. One baby horse was rolling around on his back like a dog. Another horse made a peeved nay as another horse playfully nudged him. Rock Springs is a must stop on Interstate 80.
Green River, UT has an attraction called Flaming Gorge that we couldn’t find, but we did see a rather cool stretch of highway that tunnels through and emerges right out of the side of a mountain above Green River.
We drove straight through Nevada and were so happy to have finally made it to California.
After spending over 48 hours sleeping and driving in a jam packed “Traveling Dumpster” (a.k.a. Bobby’s ’97 Mercury Sable), almost running out of gas and on rationing ourselves on a strict diet of Pringles and water, it was good to get to South Lake Tahoe to see some great Plymouth folk.
We (Bobby, Gypsy, Sobe and Nicole) rolled into Tahoe around 3 a.m., well after the 8 o’clock ETA we had given earlier. But hey, we were traveling and needed to see some sweet spots in Wyoming and Nevada, like the giant salt fields in Salt Lake.
Our buddies, Rob Harden and Davy Coye, were awake when we arrived and were quick to offer us a place to sleep and a cold Coors Light.
“Go for it. It ain’t mine,” Rob said with a hand motion towards the fridge. Minutes later, Coye added with a smile: “I sure as Hell know I don’t drink that. I drink my water from a tap.”
These are PBR guys, and don’t let them catch you razzin’ them for it.
So now, here we are in Lake Tahoe. Two days ago we were sitting in Massachusetts wondering if we’d even make it to the Berkeley Phish shows. Well, here we are. Tickets are still outrageously high, but we will be working our tails off to make sure we don’t get shut out… for at least all three.
Either way, it is a great excuse to get out to the unbelievable west coast and rage it with some good people. See everyone at the Greek on Thursday. If you see us we need tickets! Hook us up with a price that doesn’t look like an amount in Yen, and we will hook you up with free burritos and water!