Reggae on the River @ Eel River

[Drunk Monk]

When meeting Darth Maul, ED asked me why I still do these festivals as I bring back such chaotic tales. Good question. I suppose it's because I'm good at doing what I do there. I am also inspired by chaos. Here's a taste. RotR has grown into such a leviathan that this sort of shit happens, and this tale encapsulates the experience for me this year, at least on my initial impression (I will review notes for more). So I arrived on Thurs in good order and had a nice JAH med parking pass on my dashboard. I dutifully follow the directions of a dozen parking vols who led me to a parking spot in the middle of an empty field. They had just finished arranging the previous line and my little red Fit was to be the start of a new line. As I left it all alone, as there was no one coming in behind me yet, they assured me that it was exactly where it should be. Later, as the lot filled in, an RV parked across the lane, and the second line wasn't filled in flush with my fit, so it appeared that my car's ass was hanging out in the lane. Now, RotR is dusty, hella dusty, so everything was covered with a fine layer of riverbed dust. When I stopped by my car on Sat, it was covered with dust graffiti accusing me of parking in the fire lane. It said 'tow me' 'kindness counts' 'get out of the fire lane!' 'slut' (?) and was covered with hieroglyphics of dicks. Aw man. No damage done fortunately and I moved it when I had the chance. Typical RotR.

More adventures to come.