Yep, I’m spending next week among the neo-hippies.
Four nights at Deer Creek, beginning with the Bob Dylan/Phil Lesh show, followed by three nights of the nerdy excess of Phish. Then, after a day off, we make the trek to Columbus for the last two shows of the Phish tour.
Deer Creek is a real experience. It’s in the middle of freakin’ nowhere–nothing around for miles but farms. All the farmers around open up their farms for camping (at a nominal fee), complete with showers, porta-potties, and live music.
When I return–and when the contact high wears off–you can expect a full report.
Dr. J