08/01/2026
Well, that’s it.
The final song has been sung and somehow all of the busses got up that hill. To pots were lucked, the corns were holed, and the love bug has been herbied.
We spent a lot of time this weekend trying to hide from the heat and take in what this event had become and where it had gone over the years.
I feel like the best encapsulation is this:
Two guys were headed south from the Tetons back to California and decided to try and find a place to camp for the evening in Lava Hot Springs. They randomly drove past the campground, came down the hill, and ended up staying the evening before continuing their journey.
That’s what the last decade of this event has been.
Just a space where people could come, hang out for the evening, enjoy the river, and then carry on their way.
I think that’s probably just the best way to see it. A stop along the way.
Cody, myself, and our families are ready to continue our journey south, but it sounds like it may be worth keeping the weekend penciled into your calendar for next year. More details on that in due time.