I remember the night before very well; I crashed in a marquee or something like it, next to a couple of Canadian backpackers & there were tomato sandwiches being passed around. Strange memories, waiting for the first act to appear and sitting listening to CS&N records over the PA, and gradually going through stoned to mellow....
The early hours of the next morning I had a ride to Lincoln, then hitched south and ended up walking for about three hours along the railroad line to where I lived at the time.