The last two days of the festival were a ton of fun. I was sad to leave the group on the ride, but looking back over the whole experience, I feel clearly that I made the right choice. It's always nice when that happens and you don't have any regrets. The main point of the trip was to connect with my brother, and that was a total success. We laughed at Bananaphone, we tubed down the river over and over again, and I enjoyed myself. We took it pretty esay; we didn't exactly rage. One night we just went to sleep on a giant king sized bed out under the trees in the Grove. And we drank a lot of coffee and, to a lesser extent, a bunch of booze. The natural setting was really the star here; we camped ten feet from the river and could just get in and slowly float down next to a stage where DJs were spinning hits. From a *music* standpoint, I can't say I got too much out of it; the music was more of the ambient soundtrack for the weekend. The one band we made a point to go and see was Nombe, and they were really good - until they decided to play the same song four times for an encore (because they were shooting a music video)! Kind of a giant middle finger to the audience.
It was also fun to reconnect with Breckin.
So lots of good memories; I'm exhausted but it was worth it.
Oh, and there will be more pictures; my brother took a lot of them, and he uses this old-fashioned device called a "camera", so they have to get uploaded later.
