And I’m back with another one!
This post will be about my event of the summer / my only holiday booked off / my sole reason for saving up money, Shambhala Music Festival!!
If I recall, my very first post on my blog was my 2015 Shambhala experience! Ah, how time has flown! Been doing this blogging biz for 2 years… I wonder what the next 2 years will bring 😌
The music festival was held this year from August. 11th – 13th. However, gates to the farm open Wednesday morning at 8am and so, I booked the Wednesday off in order for my group and I to make it there.
After I got off work on Tuesday, we started a convoy up to Salmo Ranch. It was a 10 hour drive and included a ferry ride so by the time we got to the ranch I felt completely inhuman as I had been up since Tuesday 5am (that’s when I get up for work).
It was a little past 4:30am and the sun was starting to rise over the valley. We all lined up to get onto the festival grounds as well as for routine car checks.
By the time all of us were parked and ready to set up camp it was already 28°C, the gates opened and it was scramble for the best spots!
Luckily, we had a friend volunteering, who scoped out a sick spot in the shade and it MADE the festival. I had been in Sunshine for my first year and that probably attributed to my Shambhalung. It would get unbearably hot in the tent by 10am and dust would be blowing constantly. The shade was a much welcomed adjustment.
We set up camp and Ryan brought so many decorations that it cozied up our campsite and made it feel like home.
Our first meal! After this, we decided to walk downtown and check everything out! I was so happy I remembered to bring my camera everywhere to take photos as I didn’t my first year.
I love the Amphitheater stage, so happy!
Taking a selfie at the vendors. A sun hat, face mask and water is a must!
Dinner time! I was exhausted at this point and didn’t respond much to anything. I would’ve been up for more than 24 hours.
Makeup hides everything! Especially my goddamn eyebags.
Nap time! I woke up at night to take some photos of our lit up campsite.
I’m going to include all photos of my Shambs experience, including snapchats as well as videos and other friends’ pictures as well.
I woke up pretty much every morning around 6am, because that’s just my internal clock. I wanted to take some photos before too many people were up.
The sun looks crazy behind the smoke. Which is why I should mention that the farm Shambhala is situated on, was about 20 kilometers from The McCormick Creek fire southwest of the festival. Shambhala staff were in constant communication with the RCMP as well as The B.C. Wildfire Service. We had been advised that there was a possibility we would have to evacuate and to BE PREPARED.
They had these posters everywhere public on the festival grounds:
This was emphasized since Wednesday morning when we got there.
This was my friends’ camp, you can see their Dome in the back, a tradition for them! I love the chicken on the fence as well as the pineapples taped to the truck lol classic Shambhala shenanigans.
I retreated back to my tent and slept till it was a more reasonable hour.
Since I finally slept, I definitely felt human again. The gang got ready to peruse some wares as well as to check out the Shambhala tradition of Skiitour opening the festival!!
Look included a hat from Claires, sunnies from zeroUV, a bathing suit from adoreme. I got the face mask from the Excision booth at the festival and my Druzy pendant I also got from a festival vendor, Third Eye Pinecones. Scarf was one I already owned, it served me well in shading and blocking dust.
Onto the music! Skiitour was amazing!
Gary Busey, we meet once again. He was the most memorable totem from my first Shambhala, I was so happy to see him at any stage I was at.
“I don’t know what to do with my hands”
Literally one of the greatest moments I’ve witnessed! Dwight sucking dick. Also, memberries in the baaack!
Retreated back to camp. An exciting Thursday, I just remembered we all kept exclaiming, “IT’S NOT EVEN DAY ONE!” Shit was lit.
The next morning, I woke up at my usual 6am and grabbed some noms. I love sitting by myself lol. As you can see, I am hiding in the shade and outside looks insanely bright/hot. The gang wanted to take a dip in the river so I joined to take some photos.
We all got back to the campsite to get ready for Day One!
The spoon was a gift from a stranger the moment we arrived! Wonderful Shambhala things! Unfortunately I lost it after this.. such a klutz.
Day One Outfit: Rave Bunny
I love candid photos haha
And so the night begins! We pretty much immediately got separated and I just chilled with Tasha the majority of the night. I’d like to mention that the only person I knew from this group was Ilsa, the girl with the golden hood and rainbow fur. Everyone else was just part of the group she was going to Shambhala with and I’m so happy and grateful I met such like-minded individuals ❤
After night one, Friday, we awoke to some bad news. The McCormick fire had jumped the creek overnight. It was the only physical barrier separating the forest fire from us. All attendees were told that an evacuation was in order and that we were all expected to be off festival grounds by Sunday.
This put a damper on festival goers for Saturday night and the vibe was certainly sombre. Not anything you can do when Mother Nature threatens lives, but at the same time I was so torn over the fact that I couldn’t even enjoy my time at “home” and was being ushered out so quickly. Everyone packed before we headed out to enjoy the rest of the night. At this point, all of my electronics were dead so I couldn’t take any photos or videos of the festival and I completely forgot to take photos of my outfits as well. That’s what happens when you’re having too much fun 😛
Sunday morning we dilly dallied in packing. Everyone’s belongings were packed except for our tents. Others had in fact already left, but I was waiting for noon before making the call as I had my holidays booked up to the Wednesday. Shambhala staff informed us that the festival was back on!
B.C. Wildfire Service indicated that there were 20 firefighters and eight aircraft fighting the McCormick Creek fire and due to the overnight rain, the fire was no longer a threat and was contained and manageable.
I was ecstatic and overjoyed to even have one last night! I took photos of the festival grounds as I mulled over this development.
One last look at the vendors.
This is from my first Shambhala. A friend was doing an art performance which included that sign as well as standing perfectly still on the dance floor for a whole set. It was so fascinating to see how people reacted as well as to see how many gifts he was adorned with by the end of the performance.
And so ends our journey. The next shots are just photos I took on the drive home. Left Salmo Ranch at 10am, got on the last damn ferry with 10 mins to spare!
This was during our wait for the 3 person accident, traffic was backed the fucked up.
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The sunset was beautiful..
Home at last!