Clearly there is a little hippie in me. No matter how much a part of me wants to deny it. There was something epic to me about driving down to Woodstock without tickets of any kind to the Mountain Jam Concert. After getting caught twice trying to sneak into it, we decided to hike up around a lake and straight up a vertical rock face and around three ski lifts only to find a fence barring our path in anyway.
Luckily, we were sitting on a hill with a view of the stage. We sat with a couple who had found the same place and listened to Alison Krauss & Michael Franti play their sets. We sat amid a stereotypical setting of windblown grass and buttercups on the side of a mountain surrounded by higher peaks all around with the music echoing from all sides. It was beautiful.
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