Well...I'm certainly old enough. While I wasn't there, I do have a little story.
My wife and I were traveling up U.S. 395 (now I15) to go camping in the Sierra Mts of California. We stopped to get gas for our VW van in Lee Vining, and at the gas station was this big, psychedelically painted bus with a bunch of long-hairs entering and exiting. (Yeah, I was too at the time. Period picture below supplied for your guffaws.)
So, while I was stretching my legs, some of the prettiest girls I'd ever seen came up to me and asked if I wanted to "smoke". I of course said "NO" (lie
) and went in to the bus with them.
It turns out they were headed to New York to support some big concert and didn't have any pot. What they did have was enough hashish to choke all of India. But they wanted marijuana and were asking to trade ... if I had any. Well...of course I didn't do that. (Hash always looked like mashed boogers to me, anyway. Pretty thought, eh?!) I enjoyed my chat with these beautiful people, said goodbye and went about my journey of catching big trout in the high Sierra.
'Twas when we got back home from our camping trip that I saw tv coverage of Woodstock. And front and center...that big, ugly, psychedelic bus.