
There's always a risk of wild weather crashing an outdoor shindig. At some festivals you take this into account despite "reliable" weather reports - always pack the gumboots for Splendour, 30+ sunscreen for Homebake and an extra jumper for Falls in Marion Bay.
But beautiful Brisbane, which prides itself for it's weather being "beautiful one day, perfect the next", threw a curve ball.
Jiving to sweet sounds whilst the sun sets between tropical rainforest canopies is absolute bliss - even when Brisbane receives record breaking amounts of rain.
Would Woodstock be as awe inspiring if Yasgur's farm didn't turn into a sea of muck and mud?
Sometimes a slick production is overrated, who could have planned for:
- A rousing rendition of "Rain drops are falling on my head" by the foxy Washington
- The fashions on the field: from bin liners to plastic tables to a Twister game mat - the punters became creative with their attempts of staying dry
- Feeling like we were on a sinking shipas water lapped around our bare ankles during Angus and Julia Stone
I would do it all again in a heartbeat.