Essay On Woodstock Journey

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My Woodstock journey started about three days before the festival was set to begin. A couple of my friends, myself included, heard a promotion for Woodstock on the radio and one day later we decided to pack our bags and hit the road. It was roughly a two hour drive from New York City, where I was living at the time. There we started a week we would never forget. The drive to Bethel wasn’t too bad, it was full of laughs and lots of hash. We were about 20 miles from the site of the festival and traffic was horrific, so we decided to ditch the car, we grabbed all of our stuff and started walking. We walked about 3 miles before we couldn’t stand the pain in our legs anymore, so we sat and rested. Suddenly, a van on the side of the road asked us if we would like a ride the rest of the way. How could we deny? The driver of the van we were in was hilarious he was from Boston, he was 20 years old and it was just him and his girlfriend on the road to music and…show more content…
It was about six hours later and we went and got John and he was just like normal again. We walked back to sit with Dave and Susan and they were having such a wonderful time enjoying the music and all of the positive people there. It’s hard to describe what it smelt like at Woodstock. It was a mixture of marijuana and cow manure, and a little bit of armpit because of people not being able to shower or bathe. Finally, it was our last day at the festival and I remember waking up to Jimi Hendrix playing the Star Spangled Banner but it wasn’t the original, he was playing it in his own way but it was outstanding. But with Jimi being the last performer, we then gathered all our belongings and hopped in Dave’s van and made our way back to our vehicle. John, Mike, and I made it back home and knew we would remember what happened that week for the rest of our lives. To this very day whenever someone brings up Woodstock I tell them what I
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