I knew I was in for a hell of a weekend when our caravan got pulled over waiting in a line of cars leading to the front gate of Sasquatch! Music Festival. The Washington police department seemed less than pleased with our impromptu dance party. After a strict lecture about roadside safety, we were free to claim our camping spot and join tens of thousands of fans in the most spectacular venue I’ve set foot in. The next four days were filled with some of the best music of our generation. Whether I was drenched in the sweat of Flogging Molly fans or shaking from the cold during Death Cab for Cutie’s half-hour encore, nothing could quell the excitement that a year of anticipation had built for this year’s Sasquatch!
