Grand Targhee Music Festival

After a few terrible mishaps, I have learned that Steve expects present for him on Father's Day. Things that he wants. Sometimes he submits lists. Sometimes those lists are ridiculously long. So sometimes I ignore the lists and try my luck with a surprise gift instead.

Steve found out that the Grand Targhee Music Festival was taking place the same weekend as Outstanding in the Field and mentioned a few times that Josh and Kelsey had purchased tickets, hinting that he would like to go too.

I'm not a big concert-goer and wasn't yet feeling great, so it was pretty easy to make Steve think that the music festival was out of the question. But in June, I bought two tickets, reserved a campsite, and hoped I would be able to handle the long weekend by mid-July.

Steve was very excited (and surprised) to receive the music festival tickets for Father's Day. He did, however, refuse and return the gifts Rachel and Lucy chose for him. Steve can be picky. . . hence the lists.

We went to Outstanding in the Field on Friday night, had a rough (cold) night camping at our beautiful campsite at Teton Canyon Campground, and then met Josh, Kelsey, Dalton, Holly for brunch in Driggs, Idaho:

We almost didn't go there because of the laughable name, but it claimed to offer "global flavors using local ingredients" so we decided to give it a try. It was not at all what I would have expected to find in a small town, like Driggs, and we were pleasantly surprised by the menu choices (Latin, Greek, and American). I ordered the Inca Plate, which was made with quinoa, roasted root vegetables, curry sauce, and warm corn tortillas. Everything we ate tasted fresh and healthy; even the Idaho potato french fries were advertised as freshly cut, never frozen. On a scale of definitely not likely, somewhat not likely, likely, probably likely, and extremely likely, I am extremely likely to eat at Miso Hungry every time I go through Driggs.

The owner was the only one working front of the house and had her hands full with seven or eight tables. Steve and Josh had a difficult time relaxing because they wanted to refill drinks and bus tables for the other customers. Steve couldn't hold himself back and ending up clearing our table, seating some guests, getting them menus, and giving them some recommendations as we left. I think that's a pretty good indication that he loves his line of work.

And then we were off to the music festival. The Saturday schedule at the Grand Targhee included performances by Sarah Bareilles, James McMurtry, Jackie Greene, and Michael Franti. The singers were all strangely accessible to anyone who wanted to meet them.

This is Sarah Bareilles telling Holly she is sorry that she can't take any pictures with fans. (She was actually super nice, and it seemed like she had been told to say that.) Naturally, I hurried and took a quick photo:

The temperature was blazing hot throughout the afternoon, but as soon as the sun started to go down, things cooled off. And people really started to loosen up. The people-watching was spectacular:


We were again pleasantly surprised by the food options at the festival. We snacked on edamame and had thai curry for dinner. Michael Franti was seen wandering around the festival, eating food, and mingling with people. The thing to do seemed to be to take a picture of him holding your little kid. We didn't have any little kids with us, so we just took a picture of ourselves, without Michael Franti.

Michael Franti is an engaging entertainer and has a commanding, yet seemingly effortless voice. Steve and I were enjoying his performance from a distance, but we ended up with front row seats when Michael Franti came out into the audience to sing.

And that worked out kind of well for me because I was completely spent and ready to fall asleep.

Of all the performers, Michael Franti was probably the most family-friendly. In one of his final songs, he invited all of the kids and anyone over 60 to come on the stage and sing with him. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy who really cared about people.

Yes, that is Steve bee boppin in front of the camera at the beginning:


A great Father's Day gift, if I do say so myself.

Oh yeah. I went to sleep in our tent that night, very much aware of the recent fatal grizzly bear attack in nearby Yellowstone. But no bear attacked us. . . just a crazy squirrel who tried really hard to get into our tent:

P.S. We are big fans of national forest campgrounds. They are much less crowded than national park campsites, extremely inexpensive (usually only $10 per night), and the individual sites are generally larger and more spaced out, providing better privacy. Teton Canyon Campground was a great find and we will definitely stay there again. Next time, I hope I'm up for some hiking. The trailhead to a few different trails was located just past our campground, and there were quite a few people there enjoying the beautiful scenery.

1 comment:

Jenny said...

I have now been out of the restaurant business long enough that I don't feel like helping every time I go out to eat. It was rough there for a few years though.

Now I'm just a grouchy old man who doesn't want cold food. I can get that at home:).