Hippies, metalheads, and everybody else…it’s a Bonnaroo weekend. After a couple of u-turns we finally arrived at Bonnaroo at midnight. It’s always a strange feeling to arrive somewhere at night especially when surrounded by woods and complete strangers. no worries though, the communal vibe is just as advertised. I’ve heard folks describe Bonnaroo as a small city popping up in the middle of a farm. It seems to me more like the world’s biggest carnie (or is that carny). They’re even selling funnel cakes.

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