

I spent the past Friday through Monday in beautiful central Washington, amidst dry mountain ground and a wide swath of the Columbia River, listening to music and hanging out with great people.
Sasquatch is a tamer version of Bonnaroo, I think. Less drugs. More rules. Fewer hippies. This is all speculation but it's probably true.
We left Seattle around 4:30 Friday evening and got funneled into the mountain pass only to be stuck in a 25 (?) mile traffic jam. Cars were overheating left and right, underage girls with braces were making passes at our car (or was it the other way around, Jeff?), and our mode of transit--a white Oldsmobile with shit strapped to the roof--was entertaining for everyone on the road (yep, access through windows only).

Arriving in camp, around 11:00 (only 4 hours longer than it should have taken) saw the passing of a bottle of Makers Mark while meeting the neighbors.
This is how the next few days went: fall asleep listening to DMX or Eminem, courtesy of our northern neighbors, wake up because it's too damn hot, drink water, eat food, crack beer, another beer, is someone mixing a screwdriver?, sure, I'll take one, hide in any shade possible, amble the mile over to the festival site, listen to music, dodge the sun, eat shitty food, listen to more music, walk back to camp, eat, drink, sleep.
I managed to see quite a few bands: Passion Pit, Mos Def, Bon Iver, Animal Collective, The Decemberists, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Dodos, St. Vincent, The Walkmen, Calexico, Nine Inch Nails, Jane's Addiction, Aziz Ansari, Fleet Foxes, Grizzly Bear, Beach House, Girl Talk, Santigold. I saw bits and pieces of Blitzen Trapper, M83, Arthur and Yu, and Kings of Leon.
Highlights = Santigold, St. Vincent, The Walkmen, Mos Def, Bon Iver, The Dodos, Grizzly Bear, Beach House, Fleet Foxes.
Passion Pit, much hyped, was a letdown. Animal Collective opened with Summertime Clothes and My Girls which was sweet. Beach House, though good, had mad tech issues (many stages, many bands had troubles). Aziz Ansari was pretty funny. Jane's Addiction was somewhat bizarre. Nine Inch Nails kind of boring. Green man was roaming about. Beers were $9. Food blew goat.
Despite the heat, dirt, and crappy sound on the upper reaches of the lawn on the main stage, it was a great time. I will definitely go back if there is a strong lineup. We were lucky to camp with some recently acquired friends and two awesome dudes from California. Unfortunately, Kasper and his company to the north of us were possibly racist a-holes. The only communication I had with any of them was when one guy, around 2 am on Sunday, said "Hey, how are you doing? I'm good. I'm drinking a beer...on acid!!!" Then he ran away. He was having fun. Apparently one of his crew got arrested for first degree burglary. No one knew where he was until they, presumably, called the cops.
Oh, the view at the gorge is awesome.