Monday morning. We awake to the mass exodus. The smell of breakfast. The hustle and bustle of campers packing up with hoots and shouts of coordination. The endless grumble of vehicles driving away.
And then you see what's left behind ... huge amounts of trash and crap. Tents, chairs, garbage, recycling, and unbelievably, glass. It's disgusting. The Festival provides everything a group needs to clean up their campsite. The idea being: the less you leave behind the better! Team Roo left behind a single bag each of garbage and recycling.
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| Bonnaroo Chris campsite 2010 |
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| Bonnaroo Exit 112 |
We followed the other cars like marching ants back to the highway - which diverted west, (the wrong direction), with the first three exists blocked.
We pulled off for lunch and found Las Margaritas. The scariest looking woman sat across from us. I couldn't take a picture. [Just know that she's out there. Eating Mexican food.]
The food was great!
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| Old ass truck 2010 |
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| Bonnaroo ride home 2010 |
Thanks to Raylon's iPhone, we were also able to find the nearest Starbucks and fuel up. Buzzzzzzz.
The long ride. Georgia. Then Florida. We stopped for dinner at a reststop, near sunset. An exit just south of Ocala, I think. We polished off our cooler provisions, still ice-cold and delicious. We enjoyed the warm feeling of surviving a long, exhausting weekend, and ... Florida humidity.
Back in town, the van unpacked, Team Roo was deactivated. We all went home.
I pulled in the driveway, just before midnight. I looked forward to a real bed, central air conditioning, a full size sink ... and a song playing on the radio was suddenly one I head just heard in on The Farm. I smiled and went inside.