1996 was my first visit. It was a year of horrendous storms in the area and it took almost exactly 24 hours to get there door to door (150 miles) because of fallen trees. I fell asleep at the wheel of my van while in stationary traffic (my bird was asleep in the back) when I woke up to someone banging on the window and realised the traffic had long since started moving and cars were going round me.
Anyway we went there and it was alright, muddy as f***, got into a bit of an altercation with a rentacop who tried to run me over in a land rover and I ended up smashing the windscreen by punching it gently.
I remember seeing Beck and RATM and smoking some weed.