It didn’t start the way it was supposed to. Early morning at America the Beautiful Park, the wind was ripping through the field. Cold, aggressive, the kind that makes you question everything before the day even begins. The first structure going up a 15-foot canopy tent that housed the coffee, felt like it might lift off at any second. One strong gust and it was gone. At that point, there were real conversations about shutting it down. The Birds of Prey team wasn’t jumping. Co

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