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

Three Days In Woodstock

Woodstock isn't a destination, it's a state of mind. Every morning feels like Sunday, every afternoon like Saturday and every evening feels like church. There is a unique charm to the jagged little town built into the side of the Catskill Mountains. Its quirky architecture and funky colored Victorians tell stories without saying a word.… Continue reading Three Days In Woodstock