Photo Diary: Otis Mountain Get Down
I came out to New York, never having been to it or New York City, nor had I met the person I would be sharing a 5 hour car ride with into the depths of the wilderness. With zero expectations, Alex and I scuttled along the “parking lot”, an uneven prairie unfit for our Honda Fit, quickly realizing we had almost nothing compared to the grizzled folks who were straddling massive coolers, and drinking a strange amount of Twisted Tea (I still don’t understand the Twisted Tea). We set up our tent next to some folks and the gentleman outside waved a metal circle mumbling to himself. Turns out he was attempting to fend off the rain. He did.
The scenery was beautiful but the music was even better. All were without cell phones and evenings were packed with tongue kissing, salsa dancing and keg standing. The priorities were enjoying each other’s company and listening to the music. To anyone considering going, I implore you to go. See you there next year.
Laith of Le Grotto enjoying a cold one.
Vundabar: 1 Secret, 1 Snack.
Old Van #1.
East Dining Room
Man in Stripes, 2017
Morpheus in Flesh, 2017.
"Doctors Hate Him! The Diet They Don't Want You to Know About!"
Pile O' Mustaches (The Mystery Lights, Stuyedeyed, Le Grotto).
That Guy Always Takes His Shirt Off
Will of Le Grotto's Must-Have Accessory
The Place Beyond the Pines.
Gym Short & Midriff.
Liz Cooper and Her Stampede (who are also their own people)
Grayson (Vundabar) and Amenities.
Casey the Camera Dude.
The Finer Things
Girl who didn't enjoy my enthusiasm for her wonderful outfits.
(I used film).
Sharing A Kiss
Nelson of Stuyedeyed being Nelson from Stuyedeyed.
Banana Boy and his Strat (Vundabar)
Noseman the Drummer Boy (Vundabar).
Grayson, Pre-Sweat (Vundabar).
Dirt Bike Mike.