Five years ago, my dad and I set out on a cross country roadtrip that would ultimately mark the end of the old and beginning the new for me. Our first stop was Arizona, where we spent time at the rodeo, in old saloons and retracing family heritage in out in the backroads of Prescott.

The next stop would take us north to a town called Williams en route to the Grand Canyon; Pine Country. A place on my dad’s bucket list he has been dreaming of taking me since I was a kid. After spending our first night bathed in neon on the most preserved stretch of Route 66 and drinking whiskey with the locals who had wandered down from the tree-line, we awoke early the next morning to take the Grand Canyon Railway fit with cowboy singers, train robbers and all. We experienced the awe inspiring nature of one of the most breathtaking views in the world and then spent the next morning having breakfast at the appropriately named Pine Country Restaurant… and of course we had to buy a souvenir mug…

The rest is written in this song.

I chose my dad’s birthday to release it since I will always cherish the time we had in Pine Country. Inspiring me always.

Love you, Dad.