Woodstock

“Earlier this summer when the various festivals were announced for the season, I sent in through mail-order for three tickets. It’s the only way you could purchase them at the time,” I say. “It cost eighteen dollars each for the three day pass, so it’s six dollars a day.” (Wanderer, page 25)

Crowd walking to concert. We get out of the car and grab our stuff and lock up. We have a long way to go yet. Just follow the crowd. The three of us hit the road, walking. (Wanderer, page 25)

“Thank you, Steve, from both of us. We are about to create a memory that will last us for the rest of our lives,” says Evee. “Yahoo!” blurts out Larry. “Woodstock, here we come!” (Wanderer, Page 26)

The throng of Woodstock nation went nuts. (Wanderer, page 26)

When Richie Havens opened up the concert on Friday night it was an unbelievably thrilling experience. (Wanderer, Page 26)

Swami Satchidananda opening Woodstock on Day #1

Band and sea of people. We have an excellent view of everything.

Decorated Busses

We camped out near the Hog Farm, not too far from the stage. (Wanderer, page 26)

Peace and brotherhood and music and love reigned supreme.

VW Van seen better days.

Wavy Gravy & Woodstock founder Michael Lang.

The leader of the Hog Farmers is Hugh Romney. What a killer-diller of a guy. He’s a clown prankster leading the show. I hear his new name is Wavy Gravy, coined by B.B. King. The name fits this silly guy to a tee. A band finishes up their set and the place is abuzz. Wavy Gravy takes the microphone on stage. “Hello all my crazy friends and people! The hogsters are here to show you all a good time!” (Wanderer, page 51)

Peace and brotherhood and music and love reigned supreme. And the mud too, on Saturday. (Wanderer, page 26)

Max Yasgur’s Farm.

Detroit to Toronto by VW bug

Toronto to New York by VW bug

To Bethel, New York for Woodstock