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on Vortex I
If there was one thing I would do over it would be to go to Woodstock. Vortex was Plan B and I wasn't going to miss it. My father was a policeman and feared I would go to the festival and be injured by a drug-crazed hippie. But, he didn't forbid me from going. I would have gone anyway and he told me he knew I was going anyway.So, there was no resistance and his fears were unwarranted.
We started walking into the festival when our ride became one with the traffic herd heading to the festival. It was quite a walk into the festival carrying food. I spent the weekend camping with several friends I had just graduated with from high school. The only musical personality I remember was Charlie Musselwhite.
I wasn't into drugs yet so I stuck to the wine, fruit of the vine.
I didn't lose the clothing except in the mud tent by the river. When we entered the tent it was filled with "mud people" that shown only the whites of their eyes. We sat in the middle of them while they covered us with mud. It all came off in the Clackamas River but not so easily out of the hair. The sauna tent was a bit smoky and hard on the eyes and lungs.
Like Woodstock, it was fun and music.
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