ABSTRACT
Despite the ritual burning of a wicker man, it's hard to take Even Furthur seriously as "an epic pagan gathering of the tribes of Evil." The vibe is closer to a scout retreat (which is actually what the site, Eagle Cave in rural Wisconsin, is usually hired out for). After sundown, kids sit around bonfires on the hill slope, toasting marshmallows and barbecuing burgers. The atmosphere is a peculiar blend of innocent outdoor fun and hardcore decadence. For if this is a scout camp, it's one awash with hallucinogens.
