Unfortunately, we didn't have WiFi that worked at Grass Valley. Nonetheless, it was a steady diet of bluegrass bands playing from 10 in the morning until 11 at night, then jamming all over the campground until the wee hours of the morning. Not much sleep.
There were three other TMs at the festival. One was John Turner's brand new 2619. The new colors immediately caught my eye. John is a banjo picker like me. There were also two 2720s there.
Coming home, being a history nut, Ellen and I talked a lot about the history of the areas we were driving through. It's astounding to think of the number of people who walked this route both as emigrants to the West as well as the huge horde during the gold rush. Most went over the mis-named Carson Pass to the south of I-80. The thought of walking 600 miles across the desert only to confront the Sierras is pretty daunting.
When you drive through Winnemucca, there is a Casino sign: "Butch Cassidy left here rich. So can you!" I don't think that's an invitation to rob their First National Bank. Cassidy and the Wild Bunch got around $36,000 if I remember right. I doubt many casino visitors get that much.
It's pretty amazing to consider the range that Cassidy & the Wild Bunch covered. We know he robbed banks in Wyoming, Idaho, Nevada, New Mexico and had that famous picture taken in Fort Worth, Texas. My posterior was tired just from riding across Nevada in a truck. Can't imagine what the Wild Bunch's posteriors felt like covering all that territory on a horse!
Coming across the salt flats of Utah, Ellen and I talked about the Donner Party. Everyone knows the story of being trapped by an early snowstorm at Donner Lake and the subsequent cannibalism that took place. What many don't know is that this party was originally led by a very experienced guide. But when they reached Wyoming, they met Lansford Hastings, a business man promoting emigration to California. He told them of a "short cut" going south around the Great Salt Lake (There was no Salt Lake City at that time) and that this more direct route would save them three weeks. The party argued about this and split, half taking the normal route through Pocatello then down to Nevada near Wells. The Donner-Reed group believed Hastings and went south, encountered great difficulty crossing the Wasatch mountains only to confront the Salt flats where they lost many of their oxen and had to shed much of their belongings. The "shortcut" not only didn't save them any time, it took them three weeks longer than the group that took the old California trail, and sealed their doom. The travesty is that Lansford Hastings had never taken the route he recommended.
What appears as miles and miles of sage brush is actually a history rich part of America. Retelling some of these and a bunch more stories made the time go by very quickly.
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