Yesterday jumped on the bike and rode up to Bethel, NY which is the site of the 1969 Woodstock Festival/Concert. My girlfriend had to work so had the day all to myself.
Ride was about 105 miles (each way) and it took me approx. 2 1/2 hours with a short mid way pit stop. Mostly 2 lane woods lined roads but a bit of slab riding too. It was enjoyable with temps in the morning at 48F degs at the start and upper 70's to low 80's coming back in the afternoon.
I arrived at 11AM and parked in an area with maybe 10-12 bikes already there. A group was from Staten Island, NY and a couple that parked next to me were from Michigan. They trailered their bike and then used it to take side trips. It was busier as it hit the early afternoon hours but was not over run.
Once inside I toured the museum. It is a mix of depicting life in the 60's and the Woodstock event itself. While it was enjoyable it was small. Mostly exhibits to look at behind glass in cases. There are interactive exhibits where you can use headsets to get an idea of the concert, a 20ish minute movie on the concert, and other video and audio driven events. Was okay.
As I remember what I had read and seen of the '69 event, it was a muddy, smelly, loud, (all in a good way) earthy event. The displays were too corporate slick and reminded me of searching, watching, and reading content on the internet. Still came away with new ideas of what it was like.
I went to visit the actually field where the concert was held and there was an attendee of the '69 event there to help explain where things where and how it felt to be there. I left my imagination drift back to that time in my life and really was in awe of how that many people could fill the fields that day and what it must have been like. 3 days of pure whatever goes with peace and enjoyment of music.
It is a nice place to visit, and the Center for the Arts where the museum is located still continues to provide concerts on a beautiful site. If it is not way out of your way, take a ride there. If you just want to feel in your soul what happened there, go there. I never made the original concert, I was 16 at the time, and as 20/20 hind sight goes, I wish I had gone.