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I woke up in a makeshift nylon convection oven. The mesh openings in my Coleman 3 person tent do little but make sure that the heat is circulated enough to cook each part of my body equally. It’s like this at the Gorge every time that I go there and, while I went to sleep focused on getting up early enough to be in the venue by noon, I knew that it probably wasn’t going to be an issue. As usual, the heat shook me out of my tent at around 8am. The weather typically cools off in the evening, but this year the temperature mellowed out after early morning and never got too insane, allowing me bring a hoodie in without sweating too bad or freezing when the sun went down.
I got up, ate a blueberry muffin and some satsumas, sat in my car to charge my camera and phone batteries, and then… nothing. I was trying to be super proactive and organized, but that still just left me with hours to kill before Charles Bradley and His Extraordinaires would take the stage at 1:05. Read the rest of this entry →