Sunny skies, live music, and the chillest of vibes.
In honour of the #WFF2017 pre-sale tickets going on sale MONDAY MORNING, we found ourselves scouring the #FolkFestHappy hashtag and reliving our favourite week of the year.
Good luck reading this post and not dreaming of warmer festivals days for the rest of winter. Only 222 days 'til #WFF2017, folks! We'll see ya there.
The journey of a lifetime trying to get all your camping gear from your car to your campsite in one trip (the struggle is real, but if it were any easier, it wouldn't be Folk Fest).
The coolest of sleeper vans you call your bedroom/kitchen/living room/changeroom for a week.
The smiles and good vibes of everybody around you.
The strange-but-fascinating campsite decorations.
The yummiest of food (Boon Burger and whale's tails FTW).
The crazy, late nights at Big Blue.
The chill days at Little Stage in the Forest.
The wristbands that stay on (dirty and worn) until next year's fest.
The familiar cool and quirky characters.
The most epic of blanket naps.
The hammock life.
The walks to the festival.
But also the days when you don't leave your campsite at all.
Caesars for breakfast (lunch and dinner, too).
The Folk Fest kiddos.
The Folk Fest babies.
Those epic WFF sunsets.
The awesome dress code (code: there is no dress code).
The childlike festivities that you wonder why you ever stopped doing.
The acts at mainstage (hands up if Milky Chance blew ya damn mind).
The no-shoe life.