08/18/2026
Some of y’all come for the music, some of y’all come for the party, but all of ya keep coming for the same reason as me: the friends.
I consider myself a “newbie” and I’ve been coming around since 2015 when I met my David. He plays this song every year on our drive out to Cookeville. Sun shining, windows down, everything packed up, and the promise of a weekend with the best people you’ll ever meet.
Friends coming in from all over, some of them I only ever see in the field. But as soon as I see them we give big ass hugs and catch up right where we left off last.
Every year there is a new story to tell when you get back home. Some of ya have been doing this 15+ years. I know you got stories to tell of “the good ole days”. Or maybe you can tell us about the group you camp with every year. Or tell us about which Muddy Buddy you look forward to seeing every year.
It’s all special. And it’s all worth documenting. Stop by and tell me a story at the Confessional. 🎥✨♥️
-Vickie
