DEAR SASQUATCH! IT DISAPPEARED, BUT I GOT THE PICS

 

 

How can this be the end of Sasquatch!? It was my first time and now it’s over?

 

My impression? I should have signed up earlier, but probably not last year.

 

People camping near us gave a round up of great times. It was their fifth Sasquatch!

 

 

Why is the end of the road of a music festival Seattle embraced and embraced hard?

 

Rising costs and low than expected attendance is the report. Don’t blame me. I did my part by sleeping in a car for three nights.

 

It was part of a larger plan.

 

If I had been an absentee father I could say I went to Sasquatch! with my kids and their women to spend quality time I missed when they were younger.

 

Instead of the song about ‘When you coming home Dad, I don’t when, but we’ll get together then, son, you know we’ll have a good time then,’ I was there with a vengeance.

 

My kids grew up wishing I go someplace, and that ‘someplace’ turned out to be Sasquatch!.

 

I don’t blame the younger generation for the end of Sasquatch! I blame boomers.

 

“Why would I want to see bands I don’t know?”

 

“Why would I send three nights camping to see bands I don’t know?”

 

“Where is the Columbia George, anyway?”

 

A favorite baby boomer whine? “What do we do all day?”

 

Compare Sasquatch! to any other music festival but delete the view.

 

I hit the porto-can, walked up the hill, and the spectacle of geologic time is a stunner, even if geology, geography, and indi-rock aren’t part of your life.

 

Keep calm and rock on was the overriding vibe.

 

Finally, where else can you wear pajamas to the show and fit in?

 

Will I miss Sasquatch!

 

I’ll miss the companionship of campers, the sense of freedom women campers enjoyed absent heavy metal jackassery from overloaded bros.

 

It was a happy space in time I’ll carry forward.

 

Pick-A-Thon next?