Pretty neat sequence if not pulled off all that smoothly.
The next month in Tacoma it looked like Jerry was trying to do this again because in the middle of the mid-China>Rider jam Weir was violently shaking his head back and forth as if to say "We are NOT doing that again".

My emigration paperwork had been postponed several times, but clearance was imminent and I'd be moving to the other side of Planet Earth. Ralph and Tina and the kids proposed one more/last Dead run camp-out, for which I'll always be grateful.
We arrived late at night and saw a whole hillside lit with a hundred campfires. Next morning it was inside for a day of multiple acts (the always delightful Lindley & El Rayo-X, and Los Lobos) and the Dead. It was a weekend of new tunes, Blow Away, Believe It Or Not, Victim Or The Crime (I'd only heard Bobby do an acoustic solo instrumental version at a Seva Benefit a few months earlier), and Gentlemen Start Your engines. The first day was my favorite; with a very wacky attempt to sandwich Crazy Fingers between Chinacat and Rider (nice try, no cigar!), and a spectacularly long and nutty Playin' that had everything including the kitchen sink.
Back at campsite the next couple nights/mornings, I really had to hand it to the Powers; trucks coming through with ice to top up ice chests, info leaflets, and cleaned port-o-potty's (I wandered into one spattered from floor to ceiling with shit..and wondered.."do DeadHeads explode?") Tina stayed at camp with the kids at least one of the subsequent days and photographed proof that the DeadHeads danced up a dustcloud 40 ft high during songs that would settle during the breaks.
The first few day's tapes were slightly overloaded, and the last day by wind as we sat on the hill at my very last Dead show, but it was all beautiful and didn't matter. What a privilege to have spent so many afternoons and evenings (and even a morning) with these guys over the years! They're THE BEST band that ever was!!