Kevin Vilkin, 18 and fresh from high school in Reno, Nev., stood next to his car at a trail leading into Wyoming's Wind River Range. He was preparing his backpack for two nights in the wilderness, but Vilkin was already in the groove for the inaugural Rothbury Festival, which waited in Michigan at the far end of a summer road trip.
"Snoop Dogg. Atmosphere. Brother Ali. Flosstradamus," Vilkin said, sampling the festival lineup. "Sound Tribe Sector 9. Thievery Corporation. Bassnectar."
He took a seat on the ground.
"Dave Mathews. Phil Lesh. Gov't Mule," he continued. "Lotus. Disco Biscuits. There's more, too, I'm probably forgetting."
"311. Steel Pulse."