Getting there
I picked up the passengers and we were on our way. The ride took about 4 hours total - picking up passengers, getting food, getting beer, etc. We parked our car and set up our tent. We were at the back end of the camping area, slightly segregated from the rest of the campers by a fence and a small dirt road. As we made the trek from the campsite to the event, both of my passengers (I guess they are now campmates?) were a little upset because a band they wanted to see was already playing. They were done by the time we got there.

The show
The way the show was organized was really amazing. There were 3 stage areas, 1 trailer type stage, and a plethera of booths and vendors. Each stage area had two band setups side by side. While one band was playing, the next band would be setting up. As soon as the band stopped playing, the next band would play and the first band would start taking down their stuff. It was a continuous stream of music all day. All the bands that I wanted to see were playing on the same stage, which made life easy. I missed a couple of bands due to us getting there late and I missed a band or two because I was in the beer garden - it was an all-ages show and you could only drink in one enclosed area out of sight of any of the music.
Here are some pics:

The mayhem (by moonlight)
I was always greatful as a kid that my parents usually trusted me enough to go do things on my own and to stay the night at places on my own. I never really knew why it was such a big deal. Now I do. I'm not sure how many people were camping Saturday night after the event, but my estimate is at least 1000 people (but what do I know?). It started out with what looked like teenagers walking around together drinking in huge mobs. Then they stared knocking over the portapotties. Then they started burning the them. It was pretty crazy. I'm still not sure why these kids decided they wanted to burn down the portapotties, destroy the sinks (and breaking the waterline), and burning the fences. Where are they to wash their hands place their waste?

I spent a good deal of the night trying to explain to people that were destroying stuff that every time they destroyed something that the admission cost would increase and that they were increasing the chance that the event would never be held there again. Nobody seemed to care. I also spent a lot of time moving people out of the smoke that was being produced by the burning plastic. Apparently, drunk teenagers don't mind breathing toxic fumes.
Here are some pics of the craziness and some people I hung out with briefly (from Tacoma, I think):