After a raucous, barn-burner show last night at The Bouquet in Boise, Idaho, Tyson took us out to an early breakfast, before spending the whole day recording us in a day-long session. I swear, Tyson always treats me like a king every time I come through… such goodness and kindness…

Cydney was giddy with delight and bursting at the seams like a freshly squeezed Twinkie to be playing the organ. Her first-ever organ session, dear diary….

We then dashed off to play a long night’s show in Twin Falls… Afterwards, instead of crashing at a local hotel, we decided to drive on to Logan (in Utah). We covered so much territory in one day… sometimes it feels good to keep moving and jump in the car and pedal for a few hours after a crazy jam-packed day… de-stressing… decompressing… unwinding… and getting free from all the buildings and neon signs… back into nature and the great wide, open sprawl…

Utah is quite cold, as it turns out… especially at 3am… especially to Southern Californians… and this is supposed to be the sweet weather, hovering in the lower 30’s, before the winter hits…

After all the rigmarole of checking in to the hotel, dragging ourselves back and forth to the freezing room to unload the car, settling in and settling down, I finally crashed into bed around 4am…

Just before checkout time in the morning, I slowly awoke, and felt a blistering heat wave smashing down on my face… a smothering hell-fire blanket choking and gagging me… felt like I was going to break out in a nose bleed over my now freshly-baked and scorched, chapped lips…. apparently, the thermostat was broken and the room was now a sweltering 99 degrees…

As we gasped and clutched for the door, practically having to crawl on our hands and knees below the flames, we both shot out like an exploding pressure cooker was kicking us in the back… as if we were running out of a burning building… laughing at how lucky we were to be alive…

Lucky it wasn’t the stove or a running car left on all night…. lucky we didn’t die in our sleep… lucky.