We all slept in tents in an open field, awakened in the morning by a canon which was shot off by a motorcycle gang. In the daytime you could get a bad sunburn with the altitude and intense sun. But at night you needed a parka. As soon as the sun dropped behind the mountains it got quite cold. We lay out on a blanket along with several hundred other people. The music was superb, and sealed my fate as a bluegrass fan. The band, the New Grass Revival was the most memoral band; and they as well as others, played late into the night.