Field parties, did you do them ?
 

Don't know how we got on the subject ,but wifey and I were talking about our youth.
I grew up in a nice sterile rural/suburban middle class neighborhood.
There was lots of vacant land. People came from all over the Pittsburgh area to ride dirt bikes near my home. We had quite the network of trails, and riding area carved out.
Also , was a great place to party . We had a designated spot called " the tree "
You could get cars back in there, but it was not easy .
We had pretty big parties back in there. We would pass out fliers at school. We always managed to get a bunch of party balls, or kegs, haul it in and have a blast . I can remember people coming out from the city to party with us . We had a lookout for the police, and a get away route . We had permanent tables and chairs.
About a mile away, was a 7/up distribution center, and we used to raid their dumpster . If a case of soda was damaged, it would go in the dumpster . Once a week , we would haul out all their damaged products and stock our party spot . I can remember towing shopping carts full of damaged soda cans with an ATC 250r .
Every Friday/Saturday , there would be 100 kids, dirt bikes/trikes ( we did not have quads yet ) and cars lined up on the road by the trail leading back to the spot . We would build huge fires , play loud music, and get rip rocked drunk and burn stuff . I think we even had a band back in there once .
Did this go on in other places in the country , or just in rural areas ? Got any good stories ?

During summer, the only H.S. aged parties I recall were outside in my rural hometown. Winters really cut into that activity. I wasn't a big party sort as it seemed pretty pointless and a GF who made for different recreational activities...

Yes. Especially on the beach here.

Also when anyone's parents went away - party at their house, of course.

One phase I remember were the tequila parties....oh man......sometimes I don't know how I survived this far.

Yep.

Called em Bush Parties

Funny fact the community I live in now was where many bush parties I attended were; twin bridges, no homes about 10 minutes out of town. Now full community within the city.

Sounds like a great idea for a movie plot... Sort of like Porky's!

The parties I attended were usually in someone's parents house. If the parents were away it was on.
No mobile phones back then so you'd rarely get crashers.

Wild times ;)

Oh yeah. We would go to country parks that had remote areas, and good view if the cops were coming.

Growing up hard in the city it would have been impossible to find a spot like that anywhere close by. Every community had their group but it wasn't so territorial that you couldn't crash a party. In fact, it was a fact that if you had a party, crashers would come. If they were bad actors they would be asked to leave but if they contained cute girls, all were welcome.

So the city was one great big party — if you could find it.

My kids don't party like I did. They have no idea what they're missing.

We had flood wall parties , the flood wall was next to the Susquehanna river . Wow some crazy stuff happened there . The mixture of Gennesee Cream Ale and Boone's farm apple wine = legendary projectile vomiting !!! Got my hands up a girls shirt for the first time at a flood wall party ...... good times

We usually headed down to West Beach on Galveston Island. We would drive down the beach and look for a deserted place far from anyone else and back our cars up to the sand dunes. Some one would invariably have an 8 track with speakers mounted in the rear deck under the back window. You could then pop the trunk and project music back to where we would build a fire. Cheap webbed lawn chairs and ice chests full of beer. On rare occasions in late summer, there would be a moonless night and what we called a blue tide. A bloom of bio-luminescent plankton in the water that would glow blue whenever disturbed. The breaking waves, swimming fish, crabs or people swimming would all be outlined in tiny blue lights. Walking on the wet sand would produce glowing pads around each step. Great times.

i grew up with Desert-Parties. El Paso TX.

a bunch of 4x4's and loud music..bonfire. someone always starts a bonfire.

We had a place just outside of town that was an abandoned tract development. It had the streets and curbs in but no other development. We'd go out there and drink beer. We called it our "country club".

All the best parties were outside, remote.

When I was 16 in California Westlake Village was being built...great roads in the hills with nothing around but great views from what is now South Shore Hills Park. We'd race old bikes at night down the roads, fairly steep hills, put them in the back of a truck do it again, hammered. Not a helmet in sight.

In South Carolina they called them, "Woods Parties". First time and last time I ever had a "Purple Jesus" was at my first Woods Party in South Carolina.

Once bitten...

Ours was the "Yacht Club".
Kuna Idaho.
Landlocked desert.

I have no idea who came up (too many people taking the credit) with that one, but we had tee shirts and everything.

Yup. Had a trail in the woods where we would drive in, drink beer, listen to music and tend the fire.

The beach was also good for parties. Just about every Friday and Saturday night.

House parties were good as well, when they were just a rumor.

Many field parties/boat parties/ places we probably shouldn't be parties.

but one of the neater ones was-

Friend had a deuce and a half military truck and he would put it in low range drive and let it idle through fields (overgrown power line easements-going lengthwise with the easements) at about 1-2 mph. With the cover off the back, the truck was essentially an open patio with two long benches/coolers/ assorted chairs. We'd all sit in the back and drink (driver included-but it wasn't technically drinking and driving since he was in the back with us and there was no one driving :) ), only climbing up front to the drivers seat to occasionally correct the steering when needed. It was a true land barge. When the grass was fully grown in the summer, this mobile patio would cut over/through the growth like a pontoon boat as the long grass would blow around us in the breeze.

Very surreal.

Half of us had 4x4s...the rest thought they did :)....hundreds of parties 'til we all went to college. Half-dozen "regular" spots...many smaller ones...all nighters, dozens, sometimes hundreds of teens. Summer of '76...that's when it began for us....

Parents....all of them....clueless ;). Some even went out of town...that wuz a mistake :(

We had bush parties.
That's what we had. Bush.
Lots of it....

I remember driving my VW Thing across this little berm by the river and getting stuck when the berm collapsed into a big mud puddle.
A group of bikers were partying not too far away and 4 or 5 guys from that group came over and picked up the back of the thing and walked it over to solid ground.
One of them said "hit it" and I did. Covered them in mud....
I drove about 50 yards away, got out and said thanks and got the hell out of there....
Good times.

Hated parties of all kinds. Just not my thing. So, no.