Day 4-True Bonnaroo

By day 4 we were dirty, very dirty.

While my level of filth was not quite as great as Stevens,

(far left), it was still motivating enough to try to get cleaned up.

While there were shower tents at Bonnaroo, they cost $7 to get in,

so the large majority of the people either stayed dirty,

or washed up in one of the communal sinks.

The sinks were set up under a tent and there were about

10 on each side.

People would just walk in, strip down, and use plastic cups

to dump water over their bodies.

Washing one's hair was a little more difficult, the strategies

people came up with were interesting, to say the least.

The dusty fields were not the only thing that had begun

to take a toll by day 4- the blazing sun had left its mark as well.

My back and shoulders were burned to a crisp.

I needed to keep them out of the sun, but how?

The answer: a cape.

For the record, I am not wearing a napkin... it is a flag,

and even though donning a cape did make me look a little strange.

It only helped me blend in.

This is where, had I been quick enough to capture it on film,

I would have inserted the picture of the guy wearing a lime green

g-string banana hammock, or the girl covered in pink feathers

and sparkles walking around on 3ft stilts.

After the morning routine, we packed up and headed to Which Stage

for a surprise performance by Jimmy Buffett.

(The main stages at Bonnaroo were called the What Stage,

Which Stage, This Tent, That Tent, and The Other Tent)

Although it hadn't been announced that he was going to play,

rumors travel fast and the place was packed.

He didn't let anyone down, playing all of his hits,

plus "scarlet begonias" and "brown-eyed girl"

After Jimmy Buffett, we hung around inside the venue

for a couple hours before the mid-day heat started to set in.

On the way back to our camp to fight over the sunshade's

meager offerings, we saw some victims of the sun.

I think these guys were part of the security crew.

It is hard to tell from the picture, but there were four on the truck.

The rest of the day passed like the others

in a blur of music, art, crazy people, and sleep deprivation.

By this point we were 100% Bonnaroovians,

time was going too fast... none of us were ready for the next day:

the last day.