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Well here's part of the story, some context as you listen to the show. If you don't care to read concert stories, please scroll below to the five stars for review of show and recording



We got to stay at the little motel on the grounds for cheap since my sister caught wind of the dates before public release. We shared our shower with camper friends old & new, as did our neighbors. High water meter readings certainly was not on the resort's radar, and it felt so good to share the clean.



After the first night, those staying down in the valley went out an exit down by the stage, not up the big steep hill hill towards golf course with everyone else. There was this rickety rope-and-slats foot bridge over a dark little gully that security made everyone use. The Dead motorcade drilled majorily bright spotlights at about eye level of those crossing the little swingy bridge.



Security sorted people crossing into obvious couples, just guys and single women. While waiting to cross, as we got close I saw exchanged glances amongst security, how among other things they watched the women to follow the women's eyes as each crossed the bridge, apparently looking to see if the woman was looking to a man, a friend, a group, on her own, what not.



This whole thing was very time consuming, but security would not let people just go on their way to either side of the little bridge, down the gully on their own to get up to their room, and I didn't see anybody sucking it up to go the long way up the steep long grassy alpine hill to concessions, through cattle chutes, parking lot and greenways to get back down and up.



Then security shoved me away from my friends and out onto the bridge as a solo girl. I was blinded by klieg lights, with the entire surroundings blacked out such that even the spaced out slats for the next step on the rope bridge couldn't be seen ...don't want to miss the next slat, do want to keep an eye on the crowd.



Don't know who works for who, don't want to fall off that bridge, do want to reunite with rest of group, and can't help but hear men's voices in the dark as each woman passed by. Pretend to be Scarlet Begonia.



Finally, later on, tootsies up at the room, then a quick dip, and ease on into the wee hours, breakfast at the hotel on Lake Geneva the next morning.



"With the exciting kickoffs of some songs its amazing how polite and quiet the crowd is.Quite an audience for sure."

+ Well, for sure. Even the Minnesota and the Milwaukee chapters of the Hell's Angels were very careful not to wreck the greens. Reasons for all around good manners by all concerned include: wanting to be invited back next year, being raised that way, and for the benefit of our tapers.



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Excellent recording of excellent performance. I loved Bob in Good Loving, his earnest delivery "blind man knows when the sun is shining because he can feel it. How 'bout you?"



Best spin on "Satisfaction/(can't get no)" ever.



No doubt participant bias here, but what the heck, within mere minutes of the opening punchy homage to the Stones, the Grateful Dead owned this tune. If there is another jam that takes it further,

please share via forum.



...disclosure about the bridge: I variously experienced it as a big city suspension bridge, a wrought iron train bridge, a graham cracker & Nuthella model bridge, etc., so I got to acknowledge I don't recall for a fact exactly what it was made of or what shape it was in when I crossed over to the other side.

- August 8, 2014Sweet keeper audio, with visuals courtesy of the mind's eye