It was a bit of a letdown because the rain forced us indoors again. After the incredible show the night before, the energy wasn't quite as high this time.
Before the final "Johnny B. Goode", Bobby told the crowd that "maybe if we're all real good, we can come back next year" for better weather at Red Rocks.

Drove from Athens,Ohio in my 66 VW bus with five friends, a dog and a boa constrictor. We just happened to be in front of the doors that were opened first and were crushed into the arena. I needed the little bottles of Wild Turkey I had smuggled in my socks. I wasn't sure if it was the near death experience getting in, the long road to get there, or the beautiful girl, who offered to do "anything" for my seat in the third row in front of Jerry, but I was flying high on adrenaline before the show even started. I saw many shows in the years to come, but this one felt like a brain transplant. I was never the same boy again. I somehow fixated on the line "it would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall." Years later and a lot of acid under the bridge, it seemed sometimes like I had lost that many friends. The one thing I hold onto though was the feeling that, at the shows in the moment it was forever and always will be.