Somewhere between a hippie commune and a chemical laced rave lies Sasquatch. It's lineup is as eclectic as its representation of nature, ranging from pristine if out of reach, to messy and intimate, much like the picturesque visage of the Gorge and the- let's say less than sanitary- reality of thousands of people camping together. However sun scorched fields cut with the occasional rain storm are a small price to pay for such a vast and rewarding amount of content provided by this year's slate of artists. It was a lot to get through over a four day period so rather than my slightly long form reports on concerts, I've opted instead to just offer small synopses of some of the more noteworthy acts and let the supplemental media speak for itself. As much as I'd like to go on and on about every detail, some of those details have been obscured by several days of a fairly punishing schedule. I assure you that's not an allusion to drugs, although christ were there a lot of people on drugs.