A Note from the Toyota Motel

It’s a hot July night, Lyle Lovett’s "If I Had a Boat" is blaring from the CD player and I’m contemplating an uncertain future. Driving my husband Patrick’s maroon Toyota pickup across Highway 50 and heading east out of Fallon, Nevada, the immediate future looks pretty good. I’m on my way to Kanab, Utah, to meet my best friend Mean Vick and attend the Fourth annual Kanab Bluegrass Festival. If there are three things I love in the world (after Patrick, of course), it’s Kanab, Mean Vick, and bluegrass. The weekend promises plenty of fiddles, beautiful redrock cliffs, and maybe a cold beer or two on the festival lawn.