Standing at the base of a snowy hill by a small hut, we were trying on different snow gear and playing around. Lucy had on some huge, black puffy ski pants, and a thick downy red coat bundled under another black coat with a big puffy hat. She looked hilarious with all that stuffing, and playfully I told her she looked like me (when I was 4).
Small avalanches began to come down the hillside. Piling up more and more snow under great snowdrifts, as the sky began to dump huge flakes all around us. I told Matt Jacobs and Lucy that we needed to get out of here, or we were going to be snowed in (quite literally).
We left together to get Matt's car, which had been towed to this car repair place. It was late, and we knew the place was closed and the car was supposed to be locked up, but we needed to get out of there, back to the other side of the Teton Pass.
Walking down the road on the way there, I tried to call a radio station to determine if any of the roads were open. The guy on the phone asks what town I'm in, and I had to tell him to hold on while I asked Roger Rountree (Lucy's dad) what this town was called. The guy on the phone hung up on me while I was asking, but I called him right back. I told him the name of the town we were in (which slipped through my memory when I woke up) and that we were headed to Jackson, on the other side of the pass.
As he seemed to be checking for the info, I found myself inside the radio station and looking at huge whiteboard maps across the walls of all the roads and winding passes in the area. A woman was looking for the town we were in, and then found Jackson, and started drawing a line through the winding roads that could get us there.
She said, "Yes, if you take this route, you should have no problem in getting there." It was an extremely long winding route that spanned half the circumference of all the maps across three walls.
I knew we had to get there soon, in time for Lightning in a Bottle (LIB) festival, but as long as there was a way through, it was good enough.
I was back on the road after that, coming up to a trailer with a fenced in area next to it that held many cars. The place was obviously closed, but I went in and found what I was looking for. Instead of a car, it was a boot. I sat down with a shaggy long-haired dog that looked like a mix between my old dog Shelby (part golden-retriever, part chow, with a little newfoundland) and a long skinny greyhound.
I was working on cutting open the boot and taking it apart at the seams to rebuild it in some way. It seemed to be subtly transforming in my hands as I worked, becoming more like a satchel. The dog was very interested, and we were somehow connected to this process in working with this boot...
Matt and the others came in the door after some investigation into getting the car out, and the dog became super defensive. I managed to calm him down though. I told them I had figured it out, and something about the fixing of the boot was going to help us get the car out...
Walking out the door, I spoke with my Mom, and we were laughing about the amount of snow. I was saying, "Wow, it's April, and this much snow is going to keep ski season going a long time!" My mom laughed, and said, "Adam, it's MAY!" My eyes wide, I said, "Whoa, you're so right, it's MAY! This is going to keep business flowing around here a lot longer this year! It will be great for the locals."
The people who owned the car repair place were there watching, and seemed to be realizing that what I was saying was true. They were very happy...
Preparing for a big play production, in which there was both feathered gentle bird beings and ballet style dancers, as well as hardcore lesbian dike BMX bikers and other intense weapons movements.
I had a sense that people weren't very well coordinated in how things were coming together. I asked the drummers whether the two acts were going to be separate, fade into each other, or intermesh, and they had no idea.
Then I decided to ask the woman who was the main producer... I believe Tracy Windisch, Shay Butta, Ka and a few others were involved. However, there was so much scattered energy that I couldn't even get to talk to her. Someone was getting sick in the other room, drinks were spilled that I had to clean up, and other elements just seemed to fall apart from lack of leadership...