And the snow continues to fall

Last night was our first show on this run here in Europe. We played to a small intimate crowd in a packed out room in a little farming town in Switzerland. The room was boiling hot, and the snow fell lightly outside as we rocked the place out. We started with about 5 or 6 tunes in a pseudo acoustic style set, then broke into some full band numbers before we broke. The next two sets were rocking, and we pulled together to play some great music last night. It is refreshing that even after so many months off from The Ranchhands, and after not playing with these guys for equally as long, that when we get back together, the tunes come to life, again, almost like we had never left. It is a pure joy playing with good musicians!

This morning we woke up to the snow falling lightly, and then increasing, falling heavier, thicker, and the flakes growing larger every second. The roads are covered with white snow. a fine thin powder, dusting over the surface. The fields are burrowing down deeper and deeper under their winter blanket, and the clouds sluggish crawl across the sky, releasing their burdens in hopes of making their travel easier. I again feel like I am in a movie, sleeping in a 200 year old bed, staying in a house that was built in the early 1800's, stone cellar beneath the house holding wine and sausages for some future meal, wrap around windows to see the fields, dogs sleeping under the table as we eat, and cats prowling about quietly, watching the snow with little interest.

We are gathering our belongings, packing our bags again, and heading out this morning, boarding a train that will take us to Bern, where we change trains, and travel to Thun, the destination of our next show. So tonight we will play again, and until I can write again dear friends, be well . . .