We were wandering around the campground Sunday morning, still in an acid haze from the day before and running on very little sleep. There was a naked guy sitting under a palm tree with a spear. Another guy traded us clean water for our bong water so he could drink it (he did). Some poor soul lost it and cut his throat in a porta-potty during Ship of Fools. It was a heavy weekend, and the music reflected that, particularly the Terrapin>Drums>Space>Dew sequence.