Sasquatch

Ann convinced me to come along for the Sasquatch music festival, at the Gorge amphitheater a few hours east of Seattle. I like Sufjan Stevens, and I enjoy me some Neko Case from time to time. But during Neko Case’s second song, hail started coming down, and it just kept getting worse and worse, until the stones were as big as gumdrops. Ann and I cowered in our ponchos, listening to the yells around us: “ow!” “*owwwwwww!*” Eventually we gave up and headed home, but along the way we stopped at Roslyn, the town where Northern Exposure was filmed. I’d never seen the show, but Ann’s a huge fan. We ate at the cafe that has some significant mural of a camel on it.