We didn't go to Woodstock, even though we lived in New York at the time. However, oddly enough, I had driven to Woodstock about two weeks before the festival (which actually wasn't in Woodstock at all). We had a bunch of extra kittens and cats. My sister had dumped her female cat, Olive, with us, and it turned out she was pregnant and had kittens at the same time our own cat did. I think we had around 18 or 20 kittens, along with our 3 or 4 Afghan Hounds in a one-bedroom bedroom apartment in New York.
At the time David (husband #1) was working at the Bearsville recording studio with Todd Rundgren and a bunch of others, including Albert Grossman, the legendary manager of Bob Dylan, among others. At the time, he was like King Midas, everything he touched turned to gold. Apparently, David mentioned our mob of kittens and Al Grossman said "Bring them up to my farm! We can always use more cats".
I had just gotten my driver’s license, and had never really been anywhere on my own. About a week or so later, we loaded up about 15 kittens in 2 dog crates and off I went all by myself, headed to Woodstock. The farm was awesome, with barns and gorgeous countryside and in incredible house. Upstate New York is so beautiful. I didn't meet Albert Grossman, but someone made me lunch. The truth is that I never wanted to back to the nasty city, but of course, I had to.
I never went through the actual town of Woodstock, but even then, 2 weeks prior, there were signs for the music festival advertising "3 days of peace and music" everywhere. That was such an exciting day for me. I felt liberated. Imagine, I had never really driven anywhere alone and suddenly off I went.
I remember crossing the Tappan Zee Bridge which was always one of my favorites, and I always loved the Taconic Parkway and all the trees. I felt such joy, such an adventure! It was like I was suddenly set free, not dependent on anyone to take me anywhere.