Highbridge Hills is truly sacred ground for disc golfers across the Midwest. Tucked away in the rolling forests of northern Wisconsin, it’s a place that whispers magic on any given day. Add three days of live music, perfect weather, and a crowd of disc lovers itching to dance after a round, and it becomes something else entirely.

Imagine – it's a crisp autumn evening. You're out at a garage rock show. You meet eyes with the drummer. He's sweaty and lanky, but you like it. In a crowd of post-performance cigarette smoke, he says this to you, "Bonnie, you're a work of art, you're a wildcard, you're a dreamboat..". So you run home, turn on your roommate's shitty old keyboard, and blast out the first verse of a song.