My friend and I had been waiting in line for more than two days when the fence finally came down.
With crates of beer, tents, and tarps, we ran frantically around the camping area trying to find a spot to pitch our tent while seasoned festival-goers shoved us out of the way. Somewhere near Dream City, we ended up in a lousy spot and slept with our heads downhill for a week, but it didn’t matter. We were sold.

























