I’m currently in the passenger seat, moving east on interstate 70. In about 9 hours, I’ll be resting my head on my own pillow. It’s been two weeks, and I could use a good night of sleep. It’s certainly been a fun trip, but touring is a lot of work.

On the road, time does this strange thing where days melt into one another and I get lost. The concept of a weekend disappears, and every night we go through the same motions. Load in, soundcheck, play the show, break down, pack up and do it again the next day. It’s the audience that makes every show uniquely memorable. We’ve met so many great people on this trip, and I feel as if we’ve made a lot of new friends.

Most of our time was spent in Colorado. I’ve been wanting to get back there for a while. The mountains have a healing effect on me. A couple years ago, I started writing the song “Mountain Sun” while driving through Colorado. Maybe it was the way darkened parts of the mountain range suddenly came to life as sunlight reached through the clouds to caress its rough slopes. Maybe it was the crisp air unlike any other air I’ve ever breathed. Something about the sun and the air and the mountains made me feel so very alive. This experience really stuck with me, and serves as a reminder of how lucky we are to be living and breathing right here, in this moment.