Over two weeks ago a good friend and I embarked on what had the potential to be a huge disaster.
In the middle of one of the most brutal winters in recent history, Che and I met at a cozy Jersey Shore coffeehouse and “planned” our Bonnaroo journey. I’m using quotes because almost none of those initial plans ever came to fruition. We said “so long” to an RV after crunching some numbers and “Arrivederci” to at least half of the people that showed interest in coming. By the time June arrived it was just us, a tent and a dash of pure ignorance. The night before we laid in a cushy king sized bed across town and contemplated spending the rest of the weekend in that exact spot.
Needless to say, the next day we pulled it together. The journey was rough but the experience was nothing short of exhilarating. Now almost two weeks later I’m still combing through all the memories.
Here are some of them via my Kodak disposable lens:
Have fun this Summer.