Every year, hundreds of festival-fanatics: rookies & veterans, students & graduates, young’ns & old’ns, unicorns & goblins gather to celebrate what has come to be arguably the best music festival in the Northwest. As a first-time sasquatcher–along with becoming inducted into the Sasquatch cult– I learned more than a few lessons that can very well be carried over into life outside of the festival. Here are just a few of them:
1.) The butterfly effect isn’t real
One wrong turn, and my group’s car was split up from the six other cars we were caravanning with on the way to the Gorge. Our fate lay in the Gods of Sasquach (and the power of the divine 4G). Two hours later (and in complete darkness), after attempting and failing to save a stray puppy (actually, we weren’t really sure what it was), a stop for gas, a second wrong turn, a rather large bug-bite to the face, and a long line of cars, we miraculously ended up behind the same group of cars we planned on camping with! Sasquatch DOES exist!
2.) When you are lost and in the dark, you will be found
Some versions of this phrase can usually be taken figuratively, but we found out that, yes, it can be taken literally as well. If you’ve ever been to Sasquatch, you know to expect the seamlessly endless lines of cars on your way in all waiting patiently for their camping spots. And by patiently I mean everyone gets out of their cars and starts riots. Thrilled to finally be with our group and eager to see friends, two of the girls in my car and I wandered away from the car for a brief moment–only to come back to the realization that our car had been ushered towards our campsite, leaving us completely lost. Since none of us could find the North Star, let alone see anything at all amongst the hundreds of camper-squatchers, there was a looming moment where we could have surrendered, laid down in the patches of dirt and covered ourselves with grass blankets in hopes of being carried back to our campsite by the grassland gnomes. However, after more than a few phone calls and a handful of loud Camp Willowlin songbird noises, we made it to our campsite after all.
3.) Stick with your friends in the mosh pit (insert any large crowded place) or never expect to see them again
“Excuse me, my friend needs me in the front row”, “Ahem, we actually saved the spot you’re standing in for ME”, and even “My friend may be having an asthma attack, I need to get to her/him”, generally don’t work even when you are using them in a semi-true context in a large crowd of eager concert-goers. Then again, you’re in luck if you’re surrounded by the nice Canadians (yes, they really are that friendly).
4.) When least expected, people will materialize that you didn’t know still existed
The crowds at Sasquatch are a force to be reckoned with, and getting split up from your group can happen if you’re not all dressed in banana suits. Despite the masses, don’t doubt that whilst in the thralls and thrashes of the angry mosh pit, you will peer over the sweaty furry man next to you and meet eyes with your long long lost friend Roxy, that one kid in junior high you had a crush on, or even your GEL mom (it happened). The Sasquatch spirit works in spooky ways.
5.) People are inherently good
Many helping hands came to our rescue when we needed help setting up the tent (and re-setting it up after it got blown down). When our car ran out of battery, both of our neighbors were more than willing to jump it for us. When we were parched and thirsty at night watching a set with no more water to our name, our friendly concert comrades were happy to lend us some gulps (if anyone asks, I didn’t recommend this). I talked to multiple people who had lost their wallets and phones and had them returned to lost and found in the same condition. Multiple people actually apologized to me for shoving me too hard in the midst of a mosh pit in the front row. And every stranger is more than eager to take a group selfie as if you have known them for years. Sure, it helps to be in one of the most beautiful places on the planet surrounded by eargasmic music of all genres, but I would argue that it’s in our human-nature to lend a helping hand.
Did you learn any life lessons during your Sasquatch experience? We’d love to hear about them, share below!
…Until next time!