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.
Zeb, five year Otis Veteran.
Meditation on the mountain.
The cigarettes are made of sawdust and only $15.99.
Keep 'em warm.
"Babe grab the Beam bottle, we can use it as a water bottle tonight."
Will enjoying Molli's bounty of noodles.
Sometimes you just gotta go.
A lover's embrace.
Daddy long legs.
Sam serenading in the treehaus.
Laith of Le Grotto: Discourse on The Universality of Broccoli.
Be sexy, be true, be honest, be you.
Good friends drink Canadian.
When it hits.
Friendships to keep ya warm at night.