I spent the better part of an hour looking out and the giant grass incline that led back to the party. Somehow, I had been separated from the group as I was searching for whatever it was that I was searching for. Ultimately I ended up catching a ride in the back of a clapped-out PT Cruiser, which, to my surprise, had a pretty hard time driving back up the hill. None of it really mattered because the space between narrowed almost instantly and by the time we got back up the festival had broken up and most folks were headed home. This dream space has been an exciting one for the last few days. It’s been real neat and I’ve been looking forward to where I’ll go next.