On paper, the drive to the Pemberton Festival is 2.5 hrs. In practice, going up the slalom-like Sea to Sky Highway takes about 4 hrs, and we found out the long way. It was a beautiful drive up in to the mountains, but nerve-wracking. You can't really get above 50km/h, even if you push it... The highlight of today's drive was stopping in Squamish, where we discovered biodegradable doggie bag dispensers.
When we eventually made it up to the site, it quickly became obvious that this festival has some growing to do if they ever do it again. It was too bad because the line up was pretty cool, and knowing who was putting it together, it should have been good. the first problem was driving through the camping area to get to our stage and not being able to get driections because the security people didn't even know where our stage was on the site. Once we finally made it, we got our stuff set up and working and we wanted to go for lunch. Seems simple enough...
Well, it wasn't. They ran out of passes for the artists (!?!), so they gave me a pass that didn't actually give me access to the catering area, so I had to borrow a pass from someone else. Then we found out we needed meal tickets once we got there. The festival gave us 2 meal tickets. There were 7 of us. When me and a couple of the other crew guys went to ask for more, they told us food was for performers only, which, if you've worked a festival like this, you know is total and complete bullshit. So we made a bit of a scene over that until they agreed to feed us. They actually told us they wouldn't give us tickets because that's what we get per diems for, but when you're out in the mountains and there's not even a damned Tim Horton's, you can't buy a meal no matter how much money you have. We were getting pretty down pretty fast. So somehow we sorted that out and we went to the catering area, and it turns out my pass wouldn't have made a difference because there was no security anywhere to be seen. Bonus. So we eat, all is good, Bob Rock showed up, very cool, and we carry on.
On our way back to our stage, we were looking for something to do to kill 6 hours, and someone was smiling down on us because we found a *free* Bacardi mojito stand beside our stage! And that was the plan for the afternoon, and it worked out great. I left for a little while to walk around and ended up watching another band with Bob Rock and a guy from Nine Inch Nails. Kind of cool, I'd say. There was a bit of a rockstar moment too when a kid came up to talk to them and he quickly got dragged away by their bodyguards... Funny, but kind of sad at the same time.
Eventually we got to show time and that actually went pretty well. The start time was delayed a little but all that did was work the crowd in to a bit of a frenzy, and they went nuts for the whole set. It was pretty cool to watch from the stage.
After it was all over, we packed up pretty quickly because we had to drive to Seattle. It was with no regrets that we left the terribly organized dust and dirt festival and started the treacherous drive back down the highway that seemed to take forever and a day. It was by a long shot the most challenging non-winter drive I've ever done. It was pushed over the top when we drove by a car that was sparking underneath, no doubt about to catch fire, but we figure it wasn't worth sticking around to find out, there was help there already...
Anyways, we get down to the border, I roll down the window, say "Hi, how's it going?" to the guard, hand over our passports, and he doesn't say a single word. We figure we're shot, this is the next 5 hours of our lives. He took our stuff inside, scanned everything, gave us a look and said "Have a good night", and we were on our way. We finally got to Seattle at 6am, totally burnt out after a 23.5hr day and crashed. Hard.