Foxfire & Freeways: Rainbows & Fireflies

Another festival weekend officially in the books.

This weekend turned out to be a really good one. Saturday stayed dry for once, which was a nice change after some of the weather we’ve had lately. Today, however… was a completely different story 😅

Let’s just say some people took the rain as an invitation to go full mudding mode.

Bug absolutely thrived this weekend. Everyone loved him, and he soaked up every bit of attention like he was born for festival life.

Somewhere along the way, he also attempted dancing again—but this time he developed what I can only describe as “Elvis style.” Lots of swaying, little leg movements, and dramatic enthusiasm. He even managed to throw in some perfectly timed war cries during a few songs.

Honestly? Adorable.

Earlier in the week I also got a little time to myself, which was really refreshing. A friend invited me to a sewing and knitting circle just to hang out, connect with people, enjoy some local coffee, and share a little “gossip” with the community.

Afterward, we met up with her family for dinner at a really neat place called Lola’s Modern Restaurant, named after the owners’ youngest daughter.

The place was packed with nostalgia—vintage arcade games, vinyl records, 8-tracks lining the walls, and life-sized cardboard cutouts of people like Elvis and Star Trek characters scattered around the restaurant.

Unfortunately I didn’t think to take pictures, but if we go back next year I definitely will.

The next evening we had a bonfire and roasted beef-and-cheddar stuffed franks along with s’mores.

And now I’m about to pass on the best s’mores advice I’ve ever discovered:

Take a jumbo marshmallow, stuff an Oreo inside it before roasting it, and then build your s’more around that.

Absolutely life-changing.

If you try it, you’ll understand immediately.

Tonight ended quietly—with a double rainbow stretching across the sky and fireflies glowing in the grass after dark.

Seeing lightning bugs again brought back so many memories of catching them in jars growing up. They seem so much rarer now, and I genuinely hope they’re still around by the time Bug is old enough to fully appreciate them himself.

Tomorrow we head back home to Ohio for a much-needed rest and reset before the next festival begins.

For now though, I’m ending this weekend feeling grateful for the little moments.

The music.
The people.
The bonfires.
The rain.
The fireflies.

All of it.

Until the next mile, keep the fire lit and the road calling.
— Foxfire & Freeways

Weekend Fun 🧡