“They can feel the vibrations of the music and the spirits of the humans walking about them,” and they nod. I am tempted to explain this further, but one just has to see a forest at night during a festival. The lights and the shadows of the large pines & cedars, the occasional aspen glows in the ambient light from the festival beneath the canopy. The sound bouncing through the forest.
“The West is the Best,” for festivals. California especially, for a similar reason that it’s world-class land for cultivating weed, for the same cause of a regular wildfire season. It’s warm and dry here for half the year. Rain and heavy moisture will cause buds to go moldy and wreck a crop, end wildfire season, and turn a festival into a cold, damp swamp.
The humanity, the relationships are more work than the work. It’s not a bad thing, just a tiring thing.