Thanks, Sasquatch. Screw Coachella; you’re officially the best (non-urban) fest in the West. The venue has opened up some more advance camping passes, and will not be turning anyone away. The powers that be have spoken, and they have decreed you will have a place to sleep, oh Sasquatchers. I should’ve never doubted you, Squatch. You’ve always been good to me, and I’m really looking forward to seeing you again this year.