Last year I said “yes” to some music festival called Sasquatch. I quickly learned it involved plenty of unfamiliar things. Camping. How does one camp? New people. Will they like me? An unknown place. Where am I again? Live music all day long. Ahhh yeahhhh. It was just a bit different than anything I’d ever done. And I loved it.

I may have just bought my Sasquatch ticket last week. My train from Vancouver to Seattle was booked for the wrong day. I haven’t slept in a while. And I still don’t own a tent. But I said “yes” again. So here goes…

Gone to Sasquatch.