Folks here Is an event that has been around for 30 years!

For more than thirty years, this gathering has been a tradition that continues to draw crowds, creating unforgettable moments and memories for everyone who attends. What started as a small get-together has grown into something much larger—an annual event that blends music, camaraderie, food, and heartfelt gestures into a unique celebration.
The weather set the tone perfectly that weekend. Clear skies and warm air carried into Friday, making it the ideal backdrop for the start of the festivities. The sense of anticipation was obvious as people began arriving early in the day. Parking lots and camping areas started filling quickly with cars, trucks, and RVs. Tents popped up, grills were fired, and the familiar buzz of excitement rolled through the crowd. Old friends greeted one another while newcomers were welcomed with open arms. This was more than just an event—it was a reunion of sorts, a community built on shared experience.
By the afternoon, the first live bands had taken the stage. The music echoed across the fields, carrying with it the energy that would fuel the weekend. The crowd grew larger with each passing hour, drawn in by the rhythm and atmosphere. At the center of it all was Pogo, the master of ceremonies, known for his unmatched ability to connect with the audience. His voice kept the energy flowing between acts, ensuring that the tempo never dipped. While bands rotated through their sets, local artists and entertainers added to the creative buzz. Body painters worked their brushes on eager participants, turning people into walking pieces of art, while the smell of barbecue, chili, and campfire smoke hung heavy in the evening air.
As the sun set, the atmosphere transformed. The glow of campfires spread across the grounds, flickering against the night sky. The air felt electric—laughter, music, and the crackle of fire blending into one long soundtrack of celebration. The milestone year, number thirty, was clearly off to a strong start.
One of the most striking moments of the evening came when a giant American flag was unfurled on the main stage. This wasn’t just decoration—it was a centerpiece meant to carry a message of gratitude. Attendees lined up, markers in hand, to sign their names, leave short notes, and add their voices to something bigger than themselves. By the time the line dwindled, the flag was covered with thousands of signatures and messages of encouragement. It was destined for a unit stationed overseas in Afghanistan, a token of support from people back home who wanted to remind those in uniform that they weren’t forgotten.
Watching the crowd pour their hearts into those signatures brought a collective sense of pride. For a weekend built around fun and community, this moment grounded everyone in something deeper. It was a reminder that, beyond music and celebration, there was a shared responsibility to show appreciation and respect.
As the night carried on, bands returned to the stage, each group feeding off the energy of the growing crowd. The laughter grew louder, the songs became anthems sung by hundreds, and the dancing carried late into the night. Smoke from campfires drifted across the grounds, mixing with the sound of guitars and drums. Everywhere you turned, you saw people enjoying themselves—telling stories, sharing food, and living in the moment.
The legacy of this gathering has always been about more than entertainment. It’s about connection. Year after year, people return not just for the music or the food, but because of the bonds they’ve built here. Friendships formed around campfires often last far beyond the weekend, and the shared experiences become stories passed down from one generation to the next.
The thirtieth anniversary proved that this event is still very much alive, not only surviving but thriving. Its growth over the decades has been impressive, but it has never lost its roots. Whether it’s the music, the artistry, the simple joy of a shared meal, or the pride of coming together for a greater cause, the spirit of this gathering continues to inspire.
Looking around the grounds that night, it was easy to see why people keep coming back. The sound of voices singing together under the stars, the sight of flames lighting up the sky, the smell of chili and campfire smoke—these moments form a living memory that goes far beyond any single weekend.
Thirty years in, the tradition remains strong. The event has proven itself not just as a party, but as a symbol of community, creativity, and resilience. And as the last notes played into the early hours of the morning, there was no doubt among the crowd: this wasn’t just the end of a day, but the continuation of a story that will keep growing for years to come.