Busty St Clare
Ex-Bluelighter
I bounded out of bed at 5am, about average for a Friday morning. The Sun was warm and we were finally heading to our first doof of the year, Earth Freq. Some 3000 punters were travelling from around the country to camp, dance and be silly deep in the Queensland bush. Some wild weather over the past 3 months had meant many a Doof has been postponed so a large crowd was expected for what is considered one of the best run parties of the year. I hit the kitchen and prepared a couple of meals to sustain us through the 3 days we planned to be away. We are seasoned Doofers with certain level of comfort expected when we camp. Unlike some who show up with little more than the clothes on their backs, we tend to set up a mini city with our mates and ride the wave in luxury for at least 3 days.
After a 2 hour drive we arrived at the site, a lush open valley that is usually a working cattle property. High on one ridge was the two main stages that pumped continuous music from Friday lunch time until Monday afternoon. Between the stages were market stalls, art installations, relaxation tents, and plenty of shady areas to meditate and reflect. Down the valley extending across were the camping areas. We surveyed the slopes and started to peg out our territory. By 4pm our camp had expanded to 3 large tarps for cover and 10 tents housing our regular crew of around 15 good mates. Some new faces were introduced and as the Sun dipped for the day we cracked our first beers and skinned our first spliffs. With a long weekend ahead we retired to bed early as the heavy bass from the stages filled the valley. Deep sleep is near impossible with a 24hr soundtrack but any shut eye is better than none.
We woke to a heavy fog and soon we were cooking blueberry pancakes for breakfast. After a quick shower we headed up to the main stage, set up a rug and watched the crowd as the day warmed up. The dance floor was already filling, with many no doubt still charging from the night before. We ran into a mate who handed over a bottle of Coca leaf distilled alcohol that we happily accepted. A few mouthfuls later and the conversation quickened as our lips and tongue began to numb. A few more sips and we were truly energised and we decided to head back to camp as the heat of the day began to peak. Beers and spliffs set the mood as we all waited excitedly for the night to begin.
By 4pm the Sun began to set and we changed into our party clothes for the night ahead. The lady came out of the tent wearing a corset and tutu that left me (and everybody else) dumbstruck. Not afraid to flaunt it, I knew I was in for one hell of a night. We threw back a tab each and headed up to the main stage for the opening ceremony and welcome. We rested in the large crowd as a local Aboriginal group performed a welcome ceremony, gradually feeling the early flutters as the acid warmed up. Butterflies in the stomach and subtle movements catching my eyes ensured this was not just a placebo. We started to wander through the crowd as colours began to brighten. Many characters and sights would cause us to stop and watch. Women on stilts, fractal art, naked kids running around with water pistols, the whole vibe of the crowd was one of peace and happiness. That is why we come. Rarely is there any agro, every one is accepted. No one judges and every one takes the time to smile and extent a loving welcome. By now the Sun had set and the night became alive. The second stage drew us in as a couple of DJ’s dropped a Jay Z sample into a dubstep set. We started to dance and laugh as vapours of colour raced around us.
We ran into some of our camp mates. Some were also on acid while some were on some quality MDMA powder. We hugged and danced and then drifted back to the camp to have some time out. The party was in full swing now. Random people would stumble upon our camp, sit for a while and enjoy our hospitality. As we walked back to the doof we would find another camp hosting a psychedelic cocktail party while at another little kids bounced on a trampoline only metres from a raging campfire. That is the amazing thing about a doof like this, everyone is welcome and people look out for each other. If a kid looked like he was lost, complete strangers will stop and help them find their way home. Back in the real world you would not even see parents let their kids be kids, instead too worried for their safety, locking them up inside.
The night rolled on, strolling between dance floors, lying on our rug under the stars or staring spell bound at fractal art. The night was cool but a heavy humid sweat hung on our bodies. Soon the confusion over took my partner and the corset started to feel restricting. We giggled as I wrestled her boobs free on the dance floor before putting a warm hoody around her shoulders. As I pulled her in for a hug and a passionate kiss, I recognised the look in her eyes, so we said our farewells to our friends and retired back to our tent. Inside we stripped off and opened the door to allow the cool breeze to flow over our bodies. The large sound system could be heard clearly from across the valley and we gently played with each other’s skin as colours still swirled around the tent and a series of performers filled the night air with music and samples.
A couple of hours later our crew returned to the campsite and as the acid started to wane we slipped a couple of valiums and let the evening drift away. Before I knew it I was sound asleep, only to wake the next morning as the Sun again rose. The strong after glow was present as we packed up our tent and ate breakfast. Half of our camp were staying another night, and as we finished packing our car had already started to giggle with a psychedelic assistance. We hugged and said our farewells, a little jealous not to stay and enjoy the morning stomp but also aware that we had a long drive back home and work the next day. It won’t be the last doof though, and the new friends we met and our friends of old will be there again in a few months time. Winter is the prime doof season as temperatures drop, the rains disappear and campfires roar around the sites. Until then it is back to the “real” world.
NSFW:
After a 2 hour drive we arrived at the site, a lush open valley that is usually a working cattle property. High on one ridge was the two main stages that pumped continuous music from Friday lunch time until Monday afternoon. Between the stages were market stalls, art installations, relaxation tents, and plenty of shady areas to meditate and reflect. Down the valley extending across were the camping areas. We surveyed the slopes and started to peg out our territory. By 4pm our camp had expanded to 3 large tarps for cover and 10 tents housing our regular crew of around 15 good mates. Some new faces were introduced and as the Sun dipped for the day we cracked our first beers and skinned our first spliffs. With a long weekend ahead we retired to bed early as the heavy bass from the stages filled the valley. Deep sleep is near impossible with a 24hr soundtrack but any shut eye is better than none.
We woke to a heavy fog and soon we were cooking blueberry pancakes for breakfast. After a quick shower we headed up to the main stage, set up a rug and watched the crowd as the day warmed up. The dance floor was already filling, with many no doubt still charging from the night before. We ran into a mate who handed over a bottle of Coca leaf distilled alcohol that we happily accepted. A few mouthfuls later and the conversation quickened as our lips and tongue began to numb. A few more sips and we were truly energised and we decided to head back to camp as the heat of the day began to peak. Beers and spliffs set the mood as we all waited excitedly for the night to begin.
NSFW:
By 4pm the Sun began to set and we changed into our party clothes for the night ahead. The lady came out of the tent wearing a corset and tutu that left me (and everybody else) dumbstruck. Not afraid to flaunt it, I knew I was in for one hell of a night. We threw back a tab each and headed up to the main stage for the opening ceremony and welcome. We rested in the large crowd as a local Aboriginal group performed a welcome ceremony, gradually feeling the early flutters as the acid warmed up. Butterflies in the stomach and subtle movements catching my eyes ensured this was not just a placebo. We started to wander through the crowd as colours began to brighten. Many characters and sights would cause us to stop and watch. Women on stilts, fractal art, naked kids running around with water pistols, the whole vibe of the crowd was one of peace and happiness. That is why we come. Rarely is there any agro, every one is accepted. No one judges and every one takes the time to smile and extent a loving welcome. By now the Sun had set and the night became alive. The second stage drew us in as a couple of DJ’s dropped a Jay Z sample into a dubstep set. We started to dance and laugh as vapours of colour raced around us.
NSFW:
We ran into some of our camp mates. Some were also on acid while some were on some quality MDMA powder. We hugged and danced and then drifted back to the camp to have some time out. The party was in full swing now. Random people would stumble upon our camp, sit for a while and enjoy our hospitality. As we walked back to the doof we would find another camp hosting a psychedelic cocktail party while at another little kids bounced on a trampoline only metres from a raging campfire. That is the amazing thing about a doof like this, everyone is welcome and people look out for each other. If a kid looked like he was lost, complete strangers will stop and help them find their way home. Back in the real world you would not even see parents let their kids be kids, instead too worried for their safety, locking them up inside.
The night rolled on, strolling between dance floors, lying on our rug under the stars or staring spell bound at fractal art. The night was cool but a heavy humid sweat hung on our bodies. Soon the confusion over took my partner and the corset started to feel restricting. We giggled as I wrestled her boobs free on the dance floor before putting a warm hoody around her shoulders. As I pulled her in for a hug and a passionate kiss, I recognised the look in her eyes, so we said our farewells to our friends and retired back to our tent. Inside we stripped off and opened the door to allow the cool breeze to flow over our bodies. The large sound system could be heard clearly from across the valley and we gently played with each other’s skin as colours still swirled around the tent and a series of performers filled the night air with music and samples.
A couple of hours later our crew returned to the campsite and as the acid started to wane we slipped a couple of valiums and let the evening drift away. Before I knew it I was sound asleep, only to wake the next morning as the Sun again rose. The strong after glow was present as we packed up our tent and ate breakfast. Half of our camp were staying another night, and as we finished packing our car had already started to giggle with a psychedelic assistance. We hugged and said our farewells, a little jealous not to stay and enjoy the morning stomp but also aware that we had a long drive back home and work the next day. It won’t be the last doof though, and the new friends we met and our friends of old will be there again in a few months time. Winter is the prime doof season as temperatures drop, the rains disappear and campfires roar around the sites. Until then it is back to the “real” world.
NSFW:
And the pics made it look amazing. 
