Wakarusa in Words: Sunday (Dr. Dog! Fourth of July! Drum circles! Acid freakouts! Cars on fire!)

By GREG FRANKLIN

Fourth of July

Ah, day four of the festival. A sense of relief starts to creep into me, that the mud walking will finally be over, that I will no longer have to deal with the most dreadlocks that I’ve ever seen, that no longer will perfect strangers walk by me, looking me dead in the eye and telling me that they can sense my soul and it’s got a bad vibe to it. Also, while seeing live music is amazing and something that I seem to have an insatiable appetite for, the physical endurance of doing it four days in a row is a bit much. I make a commitment for the day to not enjoying any more New Belgium (cha-ching!) products, even though I’ve found that a delightfully crisp Sunshine Wheat (cha-ching!) or a darker, more robust Fat Tire (cha-ching!) are a delicious choice when it comes to beer.

I actually roust myself out of bed to make it to the main stage in time to see another Dr. Dog performance. I make it late and miss out on seeing an hour-long drum circle on the main stage, which I can only imagine would be the worst possible thing to wake up to after a blowout night on Saturday. Actually, it might be one of the worst possible things to wake up to, period.