The final Phish concert (well, they called it their final) was held about 5 miles from my mom’s house in VT. It rained like hell. It was a mult-day freak fest of liquified poo.
The last one I went to was up at Loring AF base in Limestone, ME... having seen the portapotties at these events previously... on day 2, overflowing about a good 12” above the seat with feces and toiletpaper... we took my buddy’s dad’s RV for the private toilet alone.