Leaving Vegas

11:16 pm. The traffic is thick on I-15 heading north out of Las Vegas, and it just started raining.
It's been a long day, but a good one too. Our audiences at Palo Verde High School were great--we can always tell when an audience is really listening, and not just watching, and both shows today were with us the whole time.
Ian is driving, listening to Bob Marley and loving it. Katrina and Ben are in the rear seats, polishing off a dinner of champions culled from the Burger King dollar menu, and I'm riding shotgun writing this all down.
Just as we clear the city limits, the rain stops and and the traffic thins. Clear skies and roads into the desert night.
At this point, we've done a two week run in Vegas at CSN, visited schools in Pahrump and Pioche, Mesquite and Moapa Valley, and we're halfway through our four month tour experience.
We'll spend the next several nights in St. George and drive out to perform in Colorado City, AZ tomorrow, and then Tuacahn High School on Friday.
Ben and Katrina are discussing favorite concerts they've attended in the past. Ben loves The Cure and Depeche Mode, Katrina got to go backstage at a Ben Folds Show. Ben worked at a roller skating rink in high school and saw Creed and Fuel play a show at the rink. Weird. He pretended to be working that night and got in for free.
Daft Punk is our latest musical selection on the drive as we pass the turn off for Lake Mead and Valley of Fire.
The desert is black and endless out the windows. Only the dotted line of reflectors between the lanes and the red blinking radio towers in the distance punctuate the night.
On the road again. The stretch from here to there. This is touring.