I was a country bumpkin, right off the farm in Illinois, on my first trip west. I was traveling with two friends and we had no idea that the Dead were playing in Boulder. Actually, I had heard Truckin' and Casey Jones on the radio and that was about it. We just happened to be in the right place! I remember walking in to the stadium and my life immediately changed. Couldn't believe it... the band actually began on time... frisbees, balloons... a father telling his son to remind mommy not to forget the peyote. "We can't forget the goodies1" Yep.... survival bags of pot filtered all the way back to us. Yep... lots of rain. I remember them sing a song that mentioned the Colorado rain. I also remember wandering down onto the field and smoking a joint with a couple during Johnnie B Goode as the rain poured down. Spent the last set right down front. The bus definitely stopped for me that day.