2002-07-29 @ 4:30 p.m.

patchouli and pot fill the air and sink into my skin. a man is standing up and dancing in the middle of the crowd. the rest of us are sitting or lying down. he is the only one dancing. he is in his own world. this song is moving him. a beautiful song but i wouldnt know how to dance to it. no one minds. no one yells 'down in front!' like you would expect anywhere else. these couple thousand neighbors. understand. this guy is moved. this guy is dancing. let him dance. if hes in your way, move. or lay back, close your eyes and just enjoy the sound.

sweat and dirty feet fill this hill we're sitting on. from three nights of camping and three days without showers. with a few thousand neighbors. its three days of peace, love and music. its three days of nothing but pure, unabashed beauty. beauty in the form of earth, music and kindness.

this is a feeling i get once a year. for four days at the end of july. this everything isnt all bad with the world feeling. this im not such an outsider feeling. this meaningful music is the beat that keeps my heart pumping feeling.

an incredible feeling. unlike anywhere or anything else.

this isnt anywhere else. this is falcon ridge.

cds that were purchased this weekend:

cadence carroll 'evolve'

sam shaber 'eighty numbered streets'

andrew kerr 'rock star'

zoe lewis 'fishbone wishbone funnybone'

we're about 9 'four song ep'

allette brooks 'swim with me'

dave carter and tracy grammer 'drum hat buddha'

and one small rectangular sticker that says 'my other car is a pair of boots'