Day 5- Bonnaroo Baby

Although Orin was not the only baby at Bonnaroo,

he was definitely the coolest.

Right away, he picked up on the friendly southern mentality.

Here he is, tipping his hat to one of the cute neighbor babies.

The festival held nothing but good times for Orin.

While his favorite activity was entertaining the masses

with his singing/dancing/clapping routine,

he also enjoyed kicking back and watching the sky for

the giant smoke rings and hot air balloon.
When the heat got to be too much,

we would hang out in the kid's tent, a baby heaven

stocked with instruments, coloring utensils, and a kiddy pool.

The only thing that Orin didn't want to do

while we were there was to be carried.

Now that he can walk well, he is eager to pull his own weight.

Here he is in the center of the crowd,

making his way to the main venue.

Orin would have been able to walk faster,

had he not been so concerned with cleaning up the debris

left behind by the crowd.

The garbage man has a hard job, Orin reminded us,

there is no reason to let him do it by himself.

After a hard day's work, there was nothing like a little snooze.

If there was one thing that was true all weekend long,

it was that Orin's naps always happened at the

same time as the best concerts.

Here he is, for the second time in his life,

sleeping through the entire Wilco set.

It is hard being a baby.

On the morning of the last day, we broke down our camp

early and moved our car to a spot near the gate

so that we wouldn't have to go through another round

of the nightmarish traffic jam.

While we had done a pretty good job estimating what supplies

we would need for the weekend,

there were a couple things hanging around on the last day

that we needed to get rid of, including a half a bottle of tequila.

Solution: Free shots for all.

Bonnaroo was an amazing festival.

One of the things that struck me most about it was the people.

We met so many extraordinary people.

As soon as we entered the farm, it was like we were in an

alternate universe. Everyone was so kind and helpful,

people shared everything, I never once saw anyone get angry.

It was a great feeling being a part of that.

I am already looking forward to coming back.

Here is the last picture I took from the festival.

It was midnight on Sunday,

Phish was almost through their second set.

Twenty minutes later, we would wake up Steven and Orin,

walk to the car, bid farewell to Manchester,

and drive back to Nashville to catch our plane the next day.

I still can't believe it is over.