09/24/2019
It begins with a low rumble, then a bang. 5000 souls descend on Meritt, BC every July to dance, frolic, rejoice. In this as every instance: friendships were made, others strengthened—as we gathered for this weird, wonderful thing we call Bass Coast.
Thunder and lightning cascade into the air, night after night. Many a sailor would run from such a storm but we welcome it—the lasers guiding us, the subs pulsing a ritual call into the distance. "Did you want to check out Stickybuds?" "Just came from there, I'm heading to Huxly Anne." Ships in the night.
