In recent years, the music festival has become a mythical beast that has taken over summer concert season. Everywhere, images of glamorously dirty, boho-chic waifs and crazy dudes wearing costumes circulate in articles about festival fashion; headliners try to outdo each other with CGI cameos, shock-inducing light displays, and spontaneous reunions; and festival regulars plan obsessively for the next year’s crop of weirdness, waiting impatiently for lineups and planning road trip schedules with their crews. Musical festival culture is increasingly prevalent, from genre specific one-day commitments to three-day camping experiences that offer a wide range of options. Which is why when I had the opportunity to attend my first festival this year, after my best friend chose a trip to the inaugural Okeechobee Music and Arts Festival as her birthday gift, I felt somewhat prepared for the experience. As it turns out, I had no idea.
A 13-hour drive, excluding a two-hour jaunt at a Jacksonville Cracker Barrel and a two-hour traffic jam, brought us to secluded Sunshine Grove in Okeechobee, FL, where we were greeted by Read the full story here