I danced with the shrimp mascot, did karaoke by the beach, bought oversize glasses at the local antique shop, there was skinny dipping (not me, next time though), drive-In movies, a mineral rich spa and pool, lake floating, and so much more!

Ernest Hemmingway once titled a memoir A Moveable Feast, a description which depicts the vignettes of the parisian lives of young artists from the lost generation moving through a delectable buffet of artistic delicacies and formative struggles. For me, a gentle late-millenial/gen z cusp, it is a description for how I embedded myself into the rush of excitement and the garden of artistic delights that the 2025 Sled Island had to offer.

Sled Island 2025 arrived with ominous clouds that had barely settled before they broke loose and drenched festival-goers, memories of the 2013 flood hanging heavy in the humid air—but a soggy pair of socks is hardly enough to slow down a Sled stalwart.