I actually did go down to the music site on Saturday and walked down to the stage. I debated whether to page my lost friends, but it immediately began to pour (again), and I ran back up to the concessions. What people don't tell you, since Woodstock has been so romanticized, is that there was no shade at the music site. The weather that weekend varied between very hot or drenching rain. It often rained when the sun was blazing. Since people had tramped away the grass the dirt was usually a perpetual mud. That smelled. There were no places to bathe, the Porto-San's were frightening and an hallucinatory experience in itself, and few if any brought a change of clothes, nontheless a toothbrush or a change of underwear. "Three Days Of Music, Peace And Love" was actually more like "Three Days Of Stink, Privation, and Starvation, with some great music you could barely see". Watch the movie, listen to the record and reminisce. Either beats the reality.
(Or if you are a fan of Shindig!. 
