This is the view of the field where the original concert was actually held. The gravel area at the bottom is where the stage was.
They also have a placque memorializing the site.
There are several little dives in the area that cater to the Woodstock tradition. We had to go inside this one and see what was up.
That night we went out to eat. Hubby wanted to try the Italian place. We were horrified to see white cloth tablecloths when we got there. (We have a serious aversion to white cloth tablecloths....just too classy for us.) Despite the tablecloths, the place was empty except for some very loud, very boisterous people at the bar. After perusing the menu (and seeing the prices for this "fine dining" ) we surreptitiously left the table and went to the Fat Lady Cafe down the street. Much more our style.