The weekend of Sasquatch is finally upon us. Four and a half long days of musical bliss and camping out with friends, and I am fortunate enough to be attending only a few short weeks before I graduate and say goodbye to the Pacific Northwest. While I couldn’t think of a better way to end the year, my Sasquatch send-off got off to a bit of a rough start.
Our first mistake was leaving Eugene later than we originally planned. We were aiming to start our journey at around 2 in the afternoon; however, due to last minute errands and forgotten items, we didn’t hit the road until around 3. Finally, with our trunk stuffed with food, camping supplies and beer, we were on our way to the Gorge.
Things only got worse when we got onto the I-5. As soon as we got on the road, the rain Gods of Eugene decided they were bored and felt like shaking things up by giving us some heavy showers. The rain drastically slowed down everyone on the highway and made the first hour of our trip pretty frightening. Each time we got next to an 18-wheeler, our car was completely engulfed in a cloud of mist, with nothing guiding us but the red glow from the tail lights in front of us. Luckily, the rain died down as we approached city limits.
With the weather and traffic clearing up, the morale of our car was temporarily restored as the reality of our journey began to sink in. We made great time and hit Portland at around 4:30, but our spirits were quickly dashed when we found ourselves in bumper-to-bumper to traffic. We all tried to hide our frustration, but it was pretty clear that nobody was happy about losing an hour in the gridlock.
Once we got out of Portland, the rest of our trip was smooth sailing. We made excellent time to The Dalles and it wasn’t long until we found ourselves in central Washington. Our full tank of gas got us all the way to Toppenish, where we made a quick, mandatory McDonalds stop. With full bellies and the knowledge that Sasquatch was only a couple of hours away, we made our final push to the Gorge.
At 10 pm, we finally found ourselves at the Gorge. Morale was at an all-time high as our endless journey seemed to be at an end; but we soon found our patience was going to be tested one last time. As we approached the entrance to the campgrounds, we found ourselves in a line of cars that stretched back for miles. We all tried to keep our spirits boosted by convincing ourselves that the flow of cars we definitely keep moving. Fast forward to 3 hours later, and we had finally arrived.
So we may have had to set up our tent at 2 in the morning, and there may have been stretches of the drive in which I thought we might all die, but all that matters is that we’re here. The sun is out, our neighboring campsite is blasting Earth, Wind and Fire and I couldn’t be in a better mood. Be sure to check out the blog all weekend to keep up with our live coverage of Sasquatch!