|Chest Fest 3.0 (10/9/2009)|
On the shore of the Susquehanna river sits acre upon acre of rolling rural land. It is here that more than 50 of the craziest serial trespassers, explorers, photographers, artists, and revelers converged for a 4-day festival. Attendees caught up with old friends and met new ones, partied by the river, shot off fireworks, drank keg beer, blew shit up with napalm and firearms, and somehow still survived to tell the tale.
to be marked as an attendee.