Since the roads were gridlocked with traffic and abandoned vehicles, the promoters had to rely on helicopters to get the performers in and out of the Festival site, which tended to add to the weather delays and slow things down even more.  So the festival extended well past its scheduled end, straight through the night on Sunday.  For example, the Who didn’t even begin their 24 song set until about 3 am on Monday.  I have no recollection of their performance and likely slept through it. 

When Jimi Hendrix, the last performer of the Festival finally took the stage Monday morning, most of the record setting crowd had departed and it was easy to move up close and get a much better view.  But by that point the idyllic farm took on a different look – the neat fields were battered, muddy, and strewn with garbage.  Those of us that were left were physically and emotionally spent and the energy that was ignited earlier by Richie Havens and continually stoked for 60 hours had all but vanished.  The Jimi Hendrix Experience had recently dissolved and Hendrix was experimenting with a new band that had obviously not rehearsed much.  Other than a few highlights (e.g., his electric Star Spangled Banner), his two hour set was poorly executed and one of the few disappointing musical experiences of the festival.