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Gorge Amphitheatre Phish 2009

We started out our concert vacation nine hours in traffic on a five hour trip sucking fumes on the fresh black tar highways in Southern Washington. The glut of aging Phish-Heads are far more prepared than the past shadows of their golden years. Thirty-somethings now packed into aging SUVs brimming with wife, dog, kids, tents, coolers, back backs, and most importantly their narcotic of choice. We are camping in the high plains desert on the south side of the Washington Gorge.

Washington Desert

This is my wife (fiance at the time) in her neo-hippie attire. Her face is a rose on the backdrop of the Washington high desert plains.

It's just this big.

The Pit

Let the crazy begin.