
We landed in Bear Creek Lake Campground just a few miles from Morrison, CO in anticipation of the Furthur concert on the solstice weekend. Our campground is surrounded by open space, 2 lakes, and paved bike paths that join up with greater Denver's well known bike routes. Red Rocks Amphitheater is a premium venue and a spectacular place. We spent a morning there watching the crew set up for the concert and scoping out the best entrance for us slightly mobility impaired, bad knees, old folks. Found the one with a steep and long ramp rather than the one with the 150+ stairs for our starting place. Turns out both had their disadvantages.

Our campground filled on Wednesday in advance of the Friday night concert and it has been a low key but very fun party going on. Really nice folks, all here to listen to the masters play and very friendly and ready to have a good time. Nice that everyone folds up about midnight so we are all getting our sleep but meeting some great folks.

We got in "line" for the concert about noon, even though the gates open at 6. Our tickets were general admission so we are stoked to get good seats close to the front. The line is another party where we bring our camp chairs and portable cooler and sit in the sun and meet other folks from all over. Beer and food are shared with strangers and new friends are easily made. We are amazed at the number of out of area attendees. From Florida, New York, Chicago, Nebraska, Alaska, California and everywhere else you can think of. Lots of older hippies, young street people hippies, some sketchy looking freeloaders, but most are in their 40-60's and have real jobs but for the weekend have put on their finest tie-dye or old vintage Dead shirt in honor of the event. People bring grills, food, and shade tents and portable music systems and t shirts and art and jewelry to sell out of the back of their vehicles. Everyone is happy and having a good time.

The parking lot party is not be missed.
Gates open and a quick footrace to the ramp and then up the ramp. It is steep and it is 1000ft elevation higher than the already 'mile high' Denver. We are at 6500'. Sue slows down and moves to the handrail. All the flatlanders are sucking for oxygen and looking like they are going into cardiac arrest, the front crowd thins ..... even the locals are huffing and puffing. The crowd thins again. Our new friend that is 'local' living at high elevation and a mountain biker/la crosse player & coach, he slows too. Steve becomes our 'runner'. The old hands at this had clued us in on how to do this while we were waiting. Sue brings the pack with long sleeve shirts, water, snacks, camera, etc...and Steve moves with the running forward crowd, and through the 'no bags' security check line that moves fast. He is in the company of the mostly male competitors and young teens that the parents are sending as the runners for their group. We wish for a teenager with us to go forward with speed, but Steve is remarkable and gets in quickly and get seats in the 14th row. Yea! he calls me and tells me row and seat numbers and I stop on the way in for the CD pre-sale bracelet. Hooray for cell phones. We are set.

A great concert with legends in music and and one of the finest bands around. The sounds in the rock bowl are incredible and it is the best place I have ever been in for music. (Even the Colorado symphony loves to play here). Back to our campground about midnight and the music plays around campfires for another hour and then everyone is out. Perfect.

Saturday is a repeat of Friday with new folks to meet and get to know and another race for the seats. We are even better this time as Steve gets row 16, a little farther back but more in the center, just a few seats from the soundboard/VIP seats. With nearly 70 rows in the place we are happy to be down this close. Sound is phenomenal. The band is hot and everyone is on their feet and dancing for the whole show. Another round of campfires and music and on to Sunday. We had purposely not gotten tickets to the Sunday show as we thought we would be burned out and we were right, both our knees are tired and sore from all the stairs, ramps, and dancing. We go out for supplies in the afternoon and accidentally drive past the arriving dignitaries/secret service/hoopla for Romney ... turn out he is speaking about 4 miles from our campground. We both note the irony of these two opposite events happening a few miles apart. We stay in the now empty campground Sunday night and I am desperate to not miss the last concert so I spend a couple hours searching the internet and finally find a live stream of the concert from a taper on the inside, stream it off the internet via our cell phone, the sound is scratchy so I use the cell phone as a hot spot and connect it to our ipod, and then send the signal as a FM broadcast to our surround sound coach stereo and we get to rock out to a pretty good quality concert in the comfort of our home ... we did not miss the final show after all. This was a first for me to try to get this all together and it took a while to figure out but I am sure it is no big deal for a 15 year old. (Need that teen again.) After the show our campground fills with happy concert goers and the party really rocks now on its final night until 2am. We are not unhappy with this as it is still warm and we have our windows open as we finally drift off to the sounds of happy people and good music.

Monday morning the campground empties as most folks are hitting the road early to make it to Seattle and on to the next concert on Tuesday. We think that sounds exhausting and are glad to not be trying to do this. Many of the ticket holders took 2 weeks off from their jobs and are going to all the concerts ending up in Santa Barbara in 2 weeks. They are some serious fans.
So today we rest and resupply and get out the maps.