3 Days In Woodstock

  The Museum at Bethel Woods is the good acid. Because it will trip you out inside the time spent, with no shitty side effects. Yanno . . like ending up in the ER, or dying. I could go through a good many different sentiments in regards to the forty five minute gallivant me and Q took… Continue reading 3 Days In Woodstock

Three Days In Woodstock

The ride from Woodstock to Max Yasgur's farm in Bethel, New York is a stained glass portrait of mountain ranges that unfurl in rhythmic piecemeal. Inside the deep emerald wound of birches, maples, cedars, hornbeams and spruce, you can taste the flavor of a thousand years worth of patience. Geologically speaking, the Catskills are not… Continue reading Three Days In Woodstock

3 Days in Woodstock

🕊️-Imma be rolling out a series of posts on Woodstock that will appear on the blog each Sunday until I exhaust all the groovy gravy I supped up on my trip. I'm going with the rather unoriginal title of "3 Days in Woodstock" since I also happened to spend three days inside this mesmerizing state… Continue reading 3 Days in Woodstock