We called and called but 40 was closed well into the next day so we missed the 1st show, ate some tickets. After being practically buried in snow it sure was sweet to be in Tempe, 70 degrees, shirts off dancing to that Here Comes Sunshine. We even saw a Giant "Texas Dragonfly" that day according to Jerry.
recollections? that Amtrack trip was full of those, saw elk, a bald eagle and big horn sheep but the craziest thing was the endless flumes they built to float logs that were on these sheer cliffs. You had to wonder how the heck they got up there let alone the materials to make these flumes.
The bigger Festival Express experience was another Amtrack ride to Seattle for the Might as Well breakout mini-tour. I met a taper named Ethan and a few other heads and we played tunes on guitar and listened to Ethan's gems all the way up. He was psyched for the tape he made of the Bobby Sands tribute jam show from that Spring and I remember listening to that jam out of He's Gone watching some unreal scenery way out in the wilderness. Train rides are cool that way, no roads...the Might as Well breakout was just exactly perfect after all that.