Fare Thee Well

“I love you more than words can tell.”

I vividly remember the day when Jerry Garcia died. I was 12 years old and sitting in the front of a large passenger van as a junior camp counselor when the news came on the radio. That was the summer camp where Justin and I first met. I didn’t get into the Dead until high school when I spent summers listening to Workingman’s Dead and American Beauty on repeat on my discman. Over 20 years later, here we are at a Grateful Dead reunion show. If only our 12 year old selves would have known what we were getting into and the unforgettable memories that we were going to make. It’s just a month later that I’ve gotten around to posting the next 100 photos that you’re about to scroll through. It’s hard to describe the experience of a Phish show, let alone our first Grateful Dead shows. There’s so much love and sense of community literally everywhere. Grateful Dead fans are the most loyal fans a band could ever ask for; that sense of loyalty and love is everywhere and creates some of the most magical memories. What a long strange trip it’s been…

The envelope I decorated that got us our three raging nights on the floor. It even showed up on the big screen at soldier field during the set break of the last night!

Meeting Brando Rich (in person) for the first time. We’re huge supporters of Cash or Trade and face value tickets!

Jerry spotting.

 

Last tapers standing.

Nothing that a morning mimosa kit can’t fix the day after!

The final night…our entire crew on the floor. A weekend full of memories that will live with us forever. “You know our love will not fade away.”

Photos by Justin Zangerle / Cover Photo Todd Daniels