Everyone getting ready for a big day ahead of charred burgers, hot dogs and chicken wings - and all leading up to the grand fireworks spectacle to be conducted out over the lake at sundown.
So I huffed and puffed my way through the hordes.
Towards the end of my trek, on a lone patch of territory, a deep, musical voice called out behind me: "ONE LOVE coming through!" I glanced back and there was a friendly looking, dread-locked Rastafarian dude on his bike. He passed me with a smile. A moment later, another just as musical voice called out: "One HEART coming through!" It was another dreaded, friendly Rastafarian - another bike, another smile.
Of course, I also know the song.
As they pedaled out ahead of me, I sang out in my somewhat musical voice: "LET'S GET TOGETHER AND FEEL ALL RIGHT!"