Thursday, July 30, 1970 That morning the next phase of the court injunction kicked in.
State Police roadblocks were put up on all roads leading into Middlefield...
utilities were to be shut off at the festival site,
resident passes were issued, and non-resident cars were being towed.
This gas station on RT-66 that was doing a good business in towing.
The road to Powder Ridge.
The ski lodge and Mr. Softee truck in distance.
Plywood Arts&Crafts shacks on right.
In foreground my friend Bill and a guy named Lee we picked up hitchhiking.
Hey Lee from Auburn MA... where the hell are you?
Gate by ski lodge.
By Thursday morning all utilities were shut off to the festival site.
The food store at the ski lodge was also closed.
Sunset over Powder Puddle, a small pond between the ski lodge and stage.
A graffiti-covered, crude wooden fence protects stage area.
Our neighborhood on the northern-most ski slope.
Sign over Cal Tent reads Acid $1.00, Organic Mescaline $2.00.
Great bargains! Great neighbors!
Underground Newspapers were for sale all over Powder Ridge.
This was banner of the first issue of "All You Can Eat"...
an underground paper published by the New Brunswick Free Community in New Jersey.
Inside stories on the Young Lords of Newark, the California grape pickers strike, Black Panthers of NJ etc.
That night I walked over to the main gate.
There, a Freak from Berkeley was greeting new arrivals as they crossed into liberated territory.
"Welcome folks to Powder Ridge Peoples Festival.
One birth. No deaths and the most beautiful mindf*ck you’ve ever been to".
As he greeted newcomers he handed each a red ticket
for a concert near Cleveland and dated some weeks before.
"By the way, you need a ticket to get in", he laughed.