Sea of people

Through what would have been a ticket gate, up a gentle rise in the road with a wooded area to our left we weaved our way off to the right to reach the highest point of what was still, almost, a grassy, knoll. The grass was beaten down and already becoming dirt. Some concessions were located at the highest point from which we peered down through the crowds.
The gentle sloping pastureland making up the natural amphitheater was alive with wall to wall people. Beyond the hundred or so acres of open field I saw other fields. There were people in those fields too. On closer inspection the wooded areas between the fields were also moving with people. The more people we saw the more excited we became, if that was possible. It brought to mind some great civil war campaign.