The Townsend Artisan Guild is a prime organizer of the festival with support from the Tennessee Valley Handspinners Guild. I am a member of both guilds so can't help but be involved.
As in previous years we set up the tent at a campground across the road from the Heritage Center. It's very convenient and a simple walk across the road once everything is set up. There are plenty of places to eat and we tend to sample local BBQ and Mexican and then always make the most of there being a great coffee shop located just down the road. The folk at the Artistic Bean know us well now - and my standard large latte is typically underway before I get to the counter each morning.


I finished all that on Tursday morning and once it was all tied on I was able to weave a small sample before folding up the loom ready to be delivered to the Heritage Center the following day.
I was in my normal spot on the porch in front of the Transportation Station where they had a few of the many vendors. There was also a wet felting demonstration by Bridgett, set up next to me - the idea was that we would draw customers from the front entry into the first of the vendor spaces - I guess that worked as we had a steady stream from opening at 9 am through to the close at 5.
Anne arrived in Townsend having driven directly from work on Friday afternoon. She was able to bring a temple that I had forgotten which proved useful the following day. Both Friday and Saturday I had a lot of interesting conversations and managed to answer a few questions and pass on some tips - the most appreciated was how to 'soften' new linen - a process I read somewhere and which as worked very well on our linen place mats.
On Friday night after dinner and after sitting around the firepit with some of the Scenic Vally Handweavers members the heavens decided to open up and along with thunder and lightning we retreated to our tent for the evening to watch some Netflix episodes. Unfortunately the noise of the rain on the tent pretty well killed that idea! It was late enough so we climbed into bed only to discover an hour or so later that we had a small lake in the tent that had come about by leaving a small gap unzipped at the bottom of the back door. It must have poured in there and been soaked up by the large rag rug we have until such time as it reached saturation and then flowed down to the lower side of the tent. Our bed and in it us stayed dry but our clothes and other bits and pieces were soaked. We headed for the laundry and managed to pop everything in dryers to dry - and as the rain had stopped continued watching some Netflix.
The following day (Saturday) was fine all day, but the weather forecast was for thunderstorms and rain from late in the day and all through Sunday. With the prospect of packing ourselves and the tent in the rain we decided to pack up and head home once I finished at the festival that afternoon. Best decision we ever made as Anne was able to pack the car and prepare the tent and when I arrived back at the camp ground we packed the dry tent etc into the truck and headed away. Heading south we drove through parts of the storm that would have hit us an hour or so later in Townsend - it would have been terrible. Safely home we were able to unpack a little and settle down as the rain started here.
Before leaving Townsend I ended up volunteering taking on the job of vendor coordinator for the festival next year to give the current guild member a break. Our first meeting will be in the next couple of weeks. I'll time that with a trip up there to visit the shop/gallery.