They sent us to the administrative office where we were to leave it until after the show. That was a bit troubling both in terms of safety of the camera and getting it back after the concert.
Nonetheless, we headed up the hill toward the office, but then saw another entrance. By then, we had separated the camera body from the lens and put it into two separate bags so it was non-functional. At the turnstile, I spotted a young man who looked very familiar. I hadn't seen him in three or four years, but I knew it was the son of of my best childhood friends, He gently checked our bags and waved us through as we continued our conversation. "Tell your mom 'hi' for me," I yelled back. "And thanks!" I winked.
We didn't use the camera (these were taken with something other than a camera in my phone, I guess) and it really was a fun ending to a great week-long road trip.
