A night at the Rothbury: hammock city

Posted by admin On July - 4 - 2008

~Z.T.~ I do need to move out of my dad’s house and I think I’ve found the answer: the hammock-ridden Sherwood Forrest. It’s a wonderful spot tucked in the trees filled with dozens hammocks built for two. We found new Crasher Jordan chilling in one from 9:30 p.m. to 2 a.m. and joined him from around midnight to two as Railroad Earth wafted in from a nearby stage.

We were half paying attention, but fully enjoying their long late night set. Part bluegrass, part psychedelic pop, which kept reminding me of the end of “Tomorrow Never Knows.” You know the “everyone start at the lowest note you can play and build to the highest note at no particular speed” thing. Everything’s better when you’re on a hammock. Plus, the light shows (which our friends started naming) and the glowing cube in the middle of the hammock district are easy on the eyes.
We tried to capture some of the ambiance of Sherwood Forest for our readers.

Now that we’re seeing it in the light of day, Rothbury is a wonderful, lush environment but boy is it massive. The walk from our camp site (in between two highway billboards) to the media tent is a solid 40 mins. Rothbury staff has been setting this place up for a month and it shows. There’s a brick waterfall between the plush couches in the media room we’re currently sitting in and the whole thing pleasantly lacks the carnival feeling of most festivals I’ve been to.