Mountain Air, Sour Stench of Hippies, and the Stale Aroma of Cheap Cigs: Otis Mountain Get Down 2018
Photographed by Mike Heinz and Alexandra Peace
Breathe the mountain air, the sour stench of hippies, old and young, and the stale aroma of cheap cigarettes. Far as I’ve known, this cocktail belongs to few places, and Otis Mountain is one.
You've got hippies, hipsters, drinkers, straight edges, kids, grandmas, granddads, moms, dads and my man Zeb; all there for a weekend of clean air and peace from who cares where they came from. If anything, this year reinforced the strength of the Otis community, and showed us once again, why this festival is one worth traveling cross the country for. Enjoy the photos and we’ll see you back on the mountain.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Zeb, five year Otis Veteran.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Meditation on the mountain.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
The cigarettes are made of sawdust and only $15.99.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Keep 'em warm.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
"Babe grab the Beam bottle, we can use it as a water bottle tonight."
Photograph by Alexandra Peace
Camouflaged essentials.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Will enjoying Molli's bounty of noodles.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Sometimes you just gotta go.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Buttboy.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
A lover's embrace.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Daddy long legs.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Sam serenading in the treehaus.
Photographs by Alexandra Peace
Laith of Le Grotto: Discourse on The Universality of Broccoli.
Photograph by Alexandra Peace
Be sexy, be true, be honest, be you.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Good friends drink Canadian.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Gross.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
When it hits.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
La La Land with The Minks.
Photograph by Mike Heinz
Harmony with Nudey bois (The Nude Party).
Photograph by Alexandra Peace
Friendships to keep ya warm at night.