The 1st I heard of the thing called Bonnaroo came from a friend who just returned from the 1st festival. He seemed to be completely glowing and sun burnt to a crisp but he told me, “Bonnaroo – You gotta do it.” That was 9 years ago, and the ‘Roo gets better & better each year. That 1st Bonnaroo was rough; as a local radio announcer said as I was driving in, “None of the Festival's organizers knew what they were going to be hit with.”
This year a massive thunderstorm struck Coffee County the day before the event, causing traffic backups getting into the festival. Once in, reeking mud pits were sucking up vehicles right & left, and this was the reason we Media campers were let in a special back route into our camp ground. I found out from a local person that our area “always floods.” Flood it did with many areas closed off with plastic fences. The mud & smell around the showers made that an unpleasant proposition; glad I brought extra bathing H20 for the occasion. And the heat, OMG!
Yet It was all worth it. All those bands! Right after I catch up on my sleep I want to see a bunch of great bands, but sans the mud and the camping. That might work out perfectly!