Camped in a dry field on Jackson’s ranch with hundreds, if not thousands, of others for the
Red Ants Music Festival. There has been wind, and sun, and heat, and dust, but most of all music.
The Wailin’ Jennys kept their harmonies tight.
Corb Lund sang ranching, drinking, and Canadian good will.
Amy Helm did her father proud. And
Robert Earl Keen brought Texas to Montana tying the knot. With legs aching, I’ve pounded out time in the dirt and sung along on songs I know and others I don’t. Today's clouded up a bit. It doesn’t look threatening and may keep the heat down, but won't dampen spirits.
