Held the second weekend of August each year, the Israel family commune on the outskirts of Arlington, Washington were consummate hosts.

The defunct festival (2002 saw its swan song) boasted one beer garden, two stages and oodles of vendors that harkened back to the days of free lovin' counterculture radicalism. Pass the rice, please!

The commune was gracefully situated on 300+ mostly wooded acres. The festival grounds were wrapped in a lake - shaped like a butterfly, no less - meadows and mountains.

Saturday's festivities culminated in an after-hours party at Chuckie's. Promised a bonfire, we got a fire that bombed.