This last week has been unreal. We left New Mexico late one night after a show down with a mysterious creature in the forest, we think it was a bear, but we're not entirely sure. All I really know is that it was big, loud, and seemed to be pretty pissed off at us for setting up camp in his territory.
So we drove back to Colorado and spent a solid week in Rye, where we found a nice group of old ladies to practice water aerobics with and finally landed at Sonic Bloom.
Sonic Bloom was incredible. Free camping, free yoga, free concerts, and lots of new friends. It was really cool getting to work at the festival, we got there early and saw the ranch come to life. I'm thoroughly impressed with the people who organize these festivals and grateful for the opportunity to work along side some of them.
Saturday night was the best... we kicked it off with The Trancedent, followed by the one and only Shpongle. Then we caught a few songs of Thriftworks and part of Bluetech's set. Eventually, we found ourselves a nice hammock in the trees and layed in awe of the magic unfolding around us. It was the night of the Summer Solstice and the night Squirrel asked me to marry him.
We've been back in Denver for the last few days, getting some work done on the car, spending time with my family, and laying down some foundational plans for our wedding, which we hope to have this November in Mexico. The main reason we came back however, was to see my favorite band, Death Grips. It was the cherry on top; they absolutely blew my mind. It was so good, one guy actually walked out with a raging boner. Never seen anything like it!
Now, we take our leave again, back to the hills we go! More in love and awe of one another and the lives we lead than ever before.
-R
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