CK and I agreed that
we wouldn’t travel much this summer. Maybe a conference, visit some family, but
no 25-state road trip and no taking 300 high schoolers to Europe.
That idea was short
lived, because here’s what we ended up doing:
I’m going to paste a bunch of pictures, since I couldn’t do that before but now with WordPress I CAN!
The summer travel
extravaganza started with CK judging the Musical Merit Competition in San
Diego, while I drove to Missouri to visit my parents. CK joined a few days
later, and we did our usual visit to Elephant Rocks and Johnsons Shut-ins. I
broke down and finally bought an iPhone. And then it was back to Fargo.
Where we almost
instantly put an offer on a house.
We’d been wanting to
not live in an apartment since the moment we moved into our apartment, and we’d
been surfing Zillow for months, and we’d spent a few weeks looking, and the
night we got back from Missouri–after a day of driving from Omaha to Fargo, we
unloaded our bags and went and looked at three houses, putting an offer on one.
The offer was accepted, and then we…left town again.
Trip number 3 was CK
going to Madison for the MACRO theory conference. Trip number 4 was me flying
down to Oklahoma to work with Jonathan Nichol and Marvin Lamb to record
Marvin’s expanded Tenor Saxophone quintet, Woodcuts (previously: HERD!). Three
incredibly busy days spent in OU’s recording studio before flying back to
Here’s Marvin’s Woodcuts and Bartleby:
Shortly thereafter we headed west to Montana to visit CK’s family. Since our travels were far from over, we took Bartleby to stay with the Keoghs for the summer. Bartleby wasn’t thrilled with the car ride.
But I got my annual
picture of Woodbine Creek
And Woodbine Falls
And, you know,
And then it was back
The sixth trip was
the big one. The International Clarinet Association’s CLARINETFEST® was held in
Oostende, Belgium this year. Last summer, CK asked if I’d be interested in
writing a clarinet-saxophone-piano trio for NDSU’s Boreas Ensemble, to be
premiered in Belgium. I said yes, knowing that if it got accepted I’d get to
write a fun piece, and if it didn’t, I’d get credit for being agreeable. Well,
it was accepted, the piece got written, and on the fourth of July we landed in