TWL -
Mine is a similar story. After hitching from Indiana for several days - with more than a few classic adventures along the way - I arrived late Friday night. My last ride was from a guy going there with tickets and even a motel reservation (rememeber, no one was expecting the crowds). When we got stuck in the traffic jam we said the hell with it and spent the night drinking in a bar. Saturday morning the town was *overflowing* with fellow freaks. The crowds were a bit too much for me and I just hitched on out of town. By Saturday night I was outside of Buffalo and moving on... Although I was at Woodstock, I never heard a single sound. So close, yet so far.
Mine is a similar story. After hitching from Indiana for several days - with more than a few classic adventures along the way - I arrived late Friday night. My last ride was from a guy going there with tickets and even a motel reservation (rememeber, no one was expecting the crowds). When we got stuck in the traffic jam we said the hell with it and spent the night drinking in a bar. Saturday morning the town was *overflowing* with fellow freaks. The crowds were a bit too much for me and I just hitched on out of town. By Saturday night I was outside of Buffalo and moving on... Although I was at Woodstock, I never heard a single sound. So close, yet so far.