Kimberly Jordan's column: Bonnaroo is coming to town

A yearly nightmare is about to begin at my household. No, it has nothing to do with spring cleaning or, really, in my household officially. The nightmare I speak of is Bonnaroo. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of having such a festival and all of the diverse acts that come share their ...
Jun 5, 2013

A yearly nightmare is about to begin at my household. No, it has nothing to do with spring cleaning or, really, in my household officially. The nightmare I speak of is Bonnaroo.

Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of having such a festival and all of the diverse acts that come share their talents in the 4-day extravaganza. Many times I have found myself wanting to go see some of the performers. And then I think about my nightmare…the traffic. Manchester is only two exits down Interstate 24 from the exit I take to get to my house in Wartrace, and the day leading up to the start of Bonnaroo usually finds cars backed up for miles trying to reach the giant field where the festival takes place.

I don't know the number of times I have grumbled because of sitting in all the traffic and not even participating in the festivities. I wouldn't want to count them. I decided before last year's festival that I would take the long way to my house, and take the detour down Highway 231 into Shelbyville and back around to the quaint little town we live in. It may be longer mileage wise, but when you think about all the gas you waste idling on the interstate, it really balances itself out if you get down to it.

Another wonderful side effect of Bonnaroo is the vast number of hitchhikers that present themselves both leading up to, and exiting from, the Manchester area. A local market off of our exit has to place a sign up notifying passers-by that restrooms are only available to customers, with the increased amount of folks who are trying to thumb it down the highway.

I can say that I do enjoy tuning in to the radio station that is dedicated solely to broadcasts from Bonnaroo for the weekend. As mentioned above, I do enjoy a lot of the music that is played during the festival, and it is all the more enjoyable when I am sitting on my back porch with my husband as opposed to a field full of tents and nearly 80,000 other people.

So cheers to those intrepid souls who make the pilgrimage to Manchester each year for the modern-day Woodstock, don't worry about saving a place for me. I am quite content with my seat that happens to be about 20 miles away.

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