Updated: Mar 25, 2020
An Everlasting Wave
Unable to feel an impending sense of doom, the nomads arose with the sun. There was too much love, too much comfort, too much good old fashioned positive energy to feel even a wisp of sadness at the last day of Bass Coast. The words ricocheted through dusted canvas tunnels.
FOMO fueled a fire within the hearts of every nomad. Camaraderie ensuring no one was left behind. The energy of those drifting down the dusty road compelled every sleeping soul to their feet.
Deep within the heart of the mountains, Bass Coast clans came together. Where ever you were during the days prior was irrelevant.
Today. We were together.
The tribe felt the waves as a collective, music moving through them like wind through the leaves of the great white oak. Each shuttering leaf; an individual, connected to a greater living entity. Bass Coast staff, performers, and attendees had fostered an energy so powerful, it's wave would remain everlasting.
It was the last day, but not the last wave.
"Don't Hesitate to Create"