I fell in love for the very first time to the haunting harmonies of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, and honestly, if CSNY are the last sound I hear when I depart this life, that will be just fine with me!

I was fourteen years old the summer of love, 1969, too young to go to Woodstock but old enough to know I was missing the party of a lifetime. Three days of peace and music . . . it was the ultimate campout! If you should come upon a child of God walking along the road he just might be going to camp out on the land to get his soul free. Don’t hesitate to offer-up my Ultimate Folk Rock Camping Playlist.