This year, the festival was once again amazing, however, our family's adventure was a bit of a disaster. The trip started out with our rocket box blowing open on the highway and Todd darting into traffic to chase down our sleeping gear. Not a good sign. And then things just got worse....Finn, who in the past has had a marvelous time, was very crabby and emotional, and Todd and I were not able to stay inside the show for much of the music. To top it off, he refused to go to the bathroom in a port-a-potty, which meant that by Sunday morning, instead of staying for another day of music, we were packing up and heading home to find a real toilet and deal with a constipated child.
Anyways, I still felt privileged to spend 2 nights in such a magical place, even with a crabby non-pooping child, however, I was sad and quite disappointed that our weekend didn't go as planned. We are now soliciting advice on festival camping with a child who refuses to go #2, as we are supposed to head to another music festival in a week and a half.
Finn proudly showing his peacock to a real peacock.
Who put the N in Finn?
Need I say more?
Phoebe enjoying the tunes...Pin It Now!