Let me start by apologizing for the lack of pictures. My camera died well before the first performers took the stage. Cell service was pretty spotty anyway so I wouldn't have been able to upload anything during the concert.
I managed to snap a few shots at a little pub I stopped in before the concert. Other than that and a few shots of an empty stage, I don't have much to show for my trip to Taos.
And to be honest, a part of me is really glad my phone died. My worried mother wasn't so happy but that's another story.
There are plenty of downsides to a phone dying, but on the upside, it's one less thing to worry about. I wasn't constantly pulling it out of my pocket to check for new messages or to snap another in a series of pictures. Instead, I was able to give my full attention over to the concert and to the incredible performance by Mumford & Sons.
You should know all of their hit songs by now and they are only more incredible live. They didn't waste any sharing their most popular songs. Rather than save them all up for the end, they kept them mixed in throughout the concert.
Maybe it was because they had my undivided attention or the high Taos altitude but everything about the show felt enhanced. From the lights to the sound, everything was amped up. I watched with hungry eyes and listened with hungry ears.
It was a far cry from my mood before the concert. While we waited in line, dark and ominous clouds lingered overhead. Everyone in the crowd speculated about the speed and direction of the storm but in my heart I knew it was headed right for us.
As the first drops started falling here and there, I started bracing myself for a full-on drenching. I was prepared for a drenching. What I wasn't ready for was the hail. As the rain poured steady, little flecks of ice would shoot down from the sky and hit me right in the neck, ear, face, and other uncomfortable places.
It would've been all too unbearable if it weren't for our line neighbors in front of us who mounted their umbrellas together in an attempt to shield all of us from the perils flying down on our heads. I owe a great deal of gratitude to those in front of us.
Which is more than I can say for unruly group behind us.
Obviously drunk and possibly stoned, they were loud and boisterous and on more than once occasion they attempted conversation. This always ended badly. At one point, I found myself helping along a guy with glazed eyes work his way toward the concert entrance as he draped his arm around me. Once inside, another guy treated me like one of his frat buddies, at one point grabbing at my chest in an awkward bit of drunkenness.
But even with all the rain and hail and unwanted touchiness, I'd say the trip to Taos was a full-on success. I had a great time, enjoyed a one-of-a-kind Mumford concert in the mountains, and made it home by 3 a.m.
Not too bad.