I was 17 and living in Paris going to the Sorbonne learning french that summer after graduating high school and before going off to the University of Michigan Art School that fall. I lived at Cite Universitaire in the American House. A bunch of people heard about the concert in Lincoln so we divided up and hitched there. I went with a guy I had just met, we got rides from truck drivers, slept in a tent on camp grounds and made it to Calais where we took the hovercraft over to Dover. We got to London somehow and then took the train up to Lincoln.
We spent the night with about 200 other people in a salvation army building.
The next morning I left my companion, who I didn't really like and met up with two British guys. It was about 5 am and they stole someone's milk from their door step which we shared and then walked to the concert site through the sleeping town. We sneaked onto the site through a hole in the fence.

I remember the crowds and getting high and hanging out with these two nice guys. I loved the music, and wasn't too familiar with a lot of the groups, really being a rock and roll American girl. I remember James Taylor, and had hopes that Carole King would show, but she didn't.
Amazingly enough, in the days before the ubiquitous cell phone and gps
my friends found me!
After the concert ended we hitched a ride with some locals to the train station, and managed somehow to get back to Paris. Someone had some money, I was broke

It was great fun, and I never told my parents.....hitch hiking was a big no no! They never let me go to Woodstock so this was payback!