As you are reading this I’m (hopefully) arriving in Manchester, TN to spend four days with 80,000 of my closest hippie friends for this little music festival called Bonnaroo. Why is this crazy, you ask?
- I just went camping the first time a couple of weeks ago. I’m not quite sure I’m ready to “go pro” and set down tent stakes with 80,000 other people packed onto a 700 acre farm.
- Showers are available. For $7. Did I mention they are cold showers? Most people aren’t going to pay $7 for a shower when they can wash up in the water troughs that are placed around the farm. And I expect to be around people who can’t be bothered to even do that.
- What happens if it rains? That’s right. Big mud pit time.
- What happens with 80,000 people use port-o-johns? I’ll let you answer that.
- The best part? I’m not even really that into music!
- You gotta admit, this is pretty crazy. And if the purpose of the list is to force me out of my comfort zone, I can’t think of anything better to achieve that. If I survive this, I can survive anything.
- Thanks to modern science, I can stave off most bacteria I’m sure to get from the “facilities” with copious amounts of wet wipes, Clorox wipes, and antibacterial liquid.
- I have rain boots and knee-high socks to keep the mud to a minimum.
- For a non-music lover like myself, there are a few bands/musicians I wouldn’t mind seeing (Radiohead, The Beach Boys, Phish, Foster the People, The Avett Brothers, Alice Cooper, etc)
- There’s a big Ferris Wheel, and a huge inflatable water slide, and a beer festival, and belly dancing classes, and arts events, and they have their own Post Office just for the festival…
So maybe it’s not all bad.
I’ll let you know.