Daytime at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival is by turns hot, dusty, rainy, muddy, and… festive. The music flows from every corner. Flatlanders labor to breathe. A little beer and Jameson go straight to the head. This is not sea level. This is not your beautiful house. This is 9000...
When night falls at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival, and the beauty of still-snowcapped peaks and late-melt waterfalls gives way to starry skies, the vibe changes. Dusty and sunblocked nouveau-hippy cowgirls don puffy down jackets in preparation for the steep drop in temperature that accompanies the headline acts they came to see.
And then they wait.
And...
