It’s August 1979 – You’re A Teenager – You Live In L.A. – You’re Going Camping – Fresh Air, Blue Skies, Blisters The Size Of Monzas.
You’ve been planning this adventure forever; you and your buddies – you’ve never been – don’t know the first thing – neither do your friends. But you’re going because you’ve heard stories – campfires – millions of stars – sucking on the community jug of Red Mountain – free, independent,
