‘Road to Camp Bisco’- Rebecca Souther
The sixth installment in a series of fond memories of past camps and the excitement of camps to come.
I would like to call Camp Bisco my home away from home, but it is really more than that. Camp Bisco is the one place I feel I can express myself free from the pressures of normal of everyday life. The bonds you make with your neighbors and other festival goers and the sense of adventure are unique to Camp Bisco. You can’t really plan for Camp Bisco. You get there and allow it to consume you and take you places you’ve never been before. Camp Bisco always has a way of bringing a different array of people together, because there is always a diverse line-up and artists you may not have heard before. Camp Bisco is one of those things you have to experience to truly understand. Yes, you can read about it and hear other peoples stories to catch a glimpse of their experience, but you won’t understand the true magic of Camp Bisco or the Indian Lookout Country Club until you make the trek and undergo the process of raging the line of cars to get it, then setting up camp and getting down at the different music areas.
My first Camp Bisco was number 8 in 2009. I had never seen the Biscuits or gone to a festival, so it was definitely an experience to say the least. I couldn’t attend the whole festival due to work, but I made it there for Saturday. My Camp Bisco journey began Friday evening, as I left the DC area around 10 PM after a long day of white water rafting with the summer camp I was worked for. I drove eight long hours through the night by myself to meet my friends who were already at the festival. I kept tabs with them throughout the night however I stopped hearing from them around 2am. I arrived at the festival around 6 AM with still no word them. I wandered the grounds for nearly four hours trying to find their car, but there was no sign of them. I finally gave up and wandered to the main stage where there was a free hookah tent. This is where my journey really started. I made friends with these three awesome guys from Rhode Island, and after hearing my crazy story about how I was up here alone, they took me in and spent the rest of the festival with them. They showed me the Biscuits and STS9, as they opened my eyes to the world. The memories I made with them will last forever. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. Months after the festival was over, I flew up from DC to see Bassnectar in Boston with them at the Paradise Rock Club. I still talk to them on occasion to this day. M y life changed for the better that day, and I wouldn’t take back any of it. Three days after I returned to Virginia, IO finally heard from my friends. Apparently, my one friend lost his phone in the Dance Tent, which became a mud pit. Then, they had to leave early Saturday morning due to someone getting sick. Even though I didn’t get to see my friends, I wouldn’t change anything about my Camp Bisco experience. Camp Bisco is about creating life long memories, bonds, and friends.
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