The Coachella campgrounds are the Wild West of the festival. They are the sort of place you can imagine Hunter S. Thompson running around with his pants around his ankles. Drugs are more plentiful than food and going to bed before 4 a.m. is considered an early night. Campers built incredible structures to house their debaucheries, though not all of them held up in the face of Sunday's sandstorm. (We and all of our friends had to flee, actually.) Here are some of the most dementedly wonderful Coachella campsites, as well as a shot of the chaos. Hopefully they inspire the weekend two campers (as well as Mother Nature) to step up their game.
The Unicorn Compound
On Monday morning at dawn this campground (above) was still blasting Chief Keef, no doubt believing their car to be an actual unicorn.
The Apocalypse Now Tent
The denizens of this tent weren't as safe as they possibly could be with their knives. The horror! The horror!
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People embraced the retro vibe this year; smoke-filled Winnebagos were as common as bros in swim trunks. It was nice to see a smattering a hippies playing Creedence Clearwater Revival out of their cars alongside EDM bass drops blasting out of the polished sound systems.
Below: The wreckage
On Sunday a strong wind kicked up that turned into a full on standstorm by the time Wu-Tang Clan hit the stage. When people got back to their campsites after the fest closed, many found a Mad Max style setting waiting for them.
Personally, we hightailed it out there and spent the night on a couch at the LA Weekly house. God bless those people.