Per the suggestion of “Mike” (a dude I met yesterday with a CamelBak hooked up to a box-o-wine), I stopped by “Hippie Hill” on my way to the festival. And as he promised, the ganja was as plentiful as the drum circles and unwashed body parts. After haggling with a Jamaican woman named “Momma”, I procured said goods, and bounded down to Day 2 of this epic festival.

The doors opened early today – 1PM – which, keeping with the festival’s mantra, meant more musicians crammed on more stages. 26 bands to be exact. The schedule was tight. But today I had a plan. I already had my beer bracelet from yesterday, and I knew the festival grounds, so I was ready for the increased quantity of bands. I was prepped…

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