We’re resting now in a dirtbag hotel in Knoxville, wondering what the hippie outside actually did to his car (he says it was a lug nut issue, but that doesn’t account for the smashed windshield.)

Anyway, we only saw a few shows: Jakob Dylan and Phil Lesh and friends.

The fest was a blast, but we’re glad to be heading home. I’ll post a complete wrap-up as soon as I can get to a PC.