I was a Woodstock almost there.
In between my Sophomore and Junior year at college a few buddies and I planned a "camping trip" and headed off to find an outdoor concert we heard about through the grapevine. We ended up in the huge traffic jam and decided that since we had a jeep we were going to try an alternate route.
It almost worked. We drove through numerous fields and farm gates. Got stuck in the mud too many times to remember now, even though we had 4 wheel drive. Had our sleeping bags blow over the edge of a cliff we camped on the first night, not that we got any sleep and finally gave up within earshot of the music.
Had we realized at the time what a huge event this was going to be, we probably would have left our jeep and walked like many others who just abandoned their rides wherever they stopped. But we were already scared that our parents would find out, and forsaking all sanity was not in our genes. So, we were close but no banana.
Any of you have memories of Woodstock or maybe the Flower Days in San Francisco? Any memories that you can share publicly?