THC hard candies, THC Syrup and CBG Flower were the flavors of choice for this weekend. A grassroots music and arts gathering that popped up in mid-August, the festival boasted over 140 different artists in a jam electronica bass fusion lineup that lasted three days.
The venue was a labyrinthian four-wheeler proving track repurposed as festival grounds–about as Maine as you can get–and featured four stages, plenty of camping space, and a wild assortment of vendors. Dust abounded, but the trees provided plenty of shelter from the late August sun. We set up camp in the general admission area and rolled a joint tightly packed with The White CBG flower, sparking it up and passing it around as we got ourselves situated. It was the easiest way to make friends with the folks setting up next to us, as the smell of the bud wafted over and caught their attention. Soon, we were laughing with some new buddies from New Hampshire over the hemp flower that we informed them could be shipped to their not-yet-legalized state. They were excited to hear about Eddie’s shipping options, since they usually had to resort to crossing state lines to Massachusetts to stock up and were regularly met with sold-out dispensaries.
After setting up our tent and stocking the fire pit at the site with plenty of wood, we set off to explore the sprawling grounds. Walking down the dusty road, we passed well-curated campsites belonging to seasoned fest-heads, some with “take a thing, leave a thing” treasure chests set out, in which we deposited a few packages of D9 THC Hard Candies in exchange for stickers and glow sticks.
En route to the main vendor area, we passed the first stage, with massive Hennessey speakers surrounding a DJ booth atop a repurposed short bus. School was already in session for the bass heads, bouncing up and down to the thundering beats. A live painter, Travis Ranta, was situated to the left of the school bus, working on a psychedelic piece covered in glowing eyeballs. A giant hammock was strung between the trees opposite the stage, with eight or so people stretched out and relaxing together.
Just past this, the vendor tents flanked each side of the dirt tracks. A man was hawking feather earrings and blow dart guns in one tent, next to what can only be described as a miniature 7-Eleven: a tent stocked with everything one might need to stop at a gas station for, complete with Jay and Silent Bob-esque clerks that were more than happy to chat and sell us some donuts.
The next stage we passed was the Juicy Jam stage, providing jam band tunes for those who preferred noodle dancing to head banging. Having rolled a few extra joints using the SourG CBG flower, we toked up with some dancers and got wiggly. A man dressed as a chicken made fast friends with us, and we left him with a big smile and some THC gummies for later.
We wove in and out of the rest of the vendor tents, which included a consignment clothing pop-up in case an emergency costume change was in order, assorted gems and crystals, a man carving walking sticks and selling home-grown garlic and a curated selection of enamel pins (which seem to be their own form of currency), funky hats and tapestries, glass pieces galore, and one tent with a tentacle theme to all their goods, guarded by a giant hand-knit octopus. We also ran into some local friends in the cannabis industry over at the Zero Gravity Cannabis booth, where Zack gave us an impromptu lesson on juggling.
Feeling hungry, we stopped by Juicy J’s and tried to make healthy dining decisions but instead wound up feasting on deep-fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches smothered in ice cream. Sometimes you just can’t say no to the little devil on your shoulder.
This brought us to our favorite vendor, The Witch Pirate, selling mystic items out of a completely transformed trailer they had constructed themselves. What was once a horse trailer now looked for all the world like a magical wooden caravan, with myriad details to explore. Peeking inside, the ceiling of the trailer had been covered in cotton batting to give the appearance of clouds, which we took as a cue to spark up another pre-roll and chat about tarot cards in the lounge area they had set up on the grass next to their shop. Across the way was another Art Life tent, which we recognized from the last festival. Circular mirrored dance pads were scattered around outside–stepping on them gave the appearance of being suspended over an infinity drop. All these little details added to our altered state of consciousness and filled us with a childlike sense of wonder. It was like Disneyland, for adults.
As night fell, we headed down to the Butterfly Bass Stage, the largest of the four stages positioned next to a large fire pit. More fire dancers, equally as captivating as the week before if not more so thanks to the giant bonfire they danced beside, and an insane laser light show illuminating the large field can only be described as mind-blowing. Sharing is caring, and the fire called for… you guessed it, more joint smoking. We busted out some more CBG pre-rolls and then busted out the dance moves.
The music continued until 1 AM, and then switched over to a Silent Disco. Headphones could be signed out at a tent next to the stage, and once acquired, you had the option of two stations to listen to. Watching the crowd bobbing their heads to unheard music was pretty trippy, man. The headphones had a decent range and picked up a signal all the way to the People Grow Together tent, which we spent the rest of the wee hours at, watching a late-night hip hop cypher. They clued us in to a cannabis competition being held the next day.
Off we went to rest our heads for the night, and after a leisurely morning and classic camp bacon-and-egg breakfast, returned for the Dab Olympics, presided over by an ancient hippie everyone kept referring to as Rainbow Man. A squad of high-tolerance judges sampled edibles, played a game of Duck Duck Dab, and got generally high as the almighty Lord. Perhaps we’ll submit Eddie’s CBD Sauce for judgment in next year’s competition.
The high continued all day, with an ever-changing cast of characters, and an ever-present bass line thumping through the woods. Not wanting to compete with the licensed cannabis vendors, we dispensed our own goods in the name of trade and making friends. After making the rounds on day one, day two was focused on revisiting favorites, and we made sure to snag headsets for another late-night Silent Disco session.
Sunday morning, armed with coffee from the bootleg 7-Eleven, we bartered a bottle of Grape THC Sizzurp for a ride in Maurice, a golf cart with a pig’s head hood ornament driven by a man named Jerkface. He took us on a final tour of the campgrounds, so we could fully cement the experience in our memories, and then dropped us off back at our campsite to pack up and head out.
Back at home base, we washed the dust off us and did a dab in honor of the Rainbow Man.