I abandon hope pretty quickly and leave the press tent. As I slip up the road I see a tent filled with little children painting, coloring, and making clay animals for a large wooden ark. It is dark now, and I'm slipping down a hill towards the main stage for what is to be one of the strangest Cornerstone experiences I've had. So we wait. It is HOT and the main stage area is a sea of people larger than I have ever seen.
Security is tight, and the press is being turned away.
Over and over. The bass is so loud it's making my chest hurt. As our golf cart winds it's way up the hill we are greeted by a mass exodus of people who for one reason or another have felt the need to leave. I'm getting weary. You can tell everywhere that it is Saturday and the end is near.