FTR – 08
Ok so when I parked, there was one fire lane between me and the outer perimeter fence, and I’m literally 40 feet from the entrance road, just pulled off it and parked. Problem was, since I parked yesterday a bunch of other Deadheads came and filled in everywhere around me. Good thing I smoked up all the neighbors yesterday…
After finding Smokey and Spitz – in the parking lot by the admissions gate, they drove right past my site where I told them to stop, but no – I put a bracelet on Spitz and told Smokey I’d help him make one once we parked his car. I took the wheel and drove out the entrance toward my car. Someone (honestly unsure if it was Furthur staff or clever campers) put up a string of those triangle flags across the boulders I’d driven between, which was doing surprisingly well at keeping all the late newcomers from doing exactly what I did.
“Sig, you can’t drive through there, it’s flagged!”
“No, look, that’s my car, right up there…” I stuck my head out the window and motioned to the guy selling bracelet pipes to lift up the flags. He recognized me and obliged.
The spot next to my car was taken, but we managed to find the drivers to clear a path so we could face both trunks (two hatchbacks) together to have something to hang a tarp from. Now the game plan is don’t die of dehydration before the show even starts…
