West Fest

As a self-​proclaimed Hippie and a Wanna-​Be Child of the 60’s…this is heaven! Psychedelics or not, this is a gooood time! The music, the art, the sun, the grass, the nudity, the liberated peoples!!! Last year (2009) was the celebration for the 40^th Anniversary of Woodstock. Oh my word!
I shouted along with Country Joe McDonald as he performed «I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die,» his infamous Woodstock sing-​along song.
I abandoned my belongings on the grass near the main stage to explore the festival and returned to see my items untouched.
I hung out in a tent staring at the rapid-​pace fingers of performers from India playing string instruments I don’t know the name to.
I crawled through several hippie buses and talked to the inhabitants of the buses and the artists that make them pretty.
I was given a personal demonstration of a vehicle powered solely by walnut shells.
I watched a band play for hours while festival goers volunteered to pedal the stationary bikes that produce the energy for the show.
I didn’t go anywhere near the vendors since there were so many scattered artists throughout the field.
I don’t know what else more I can say. I was in heaven!!!