My memories are both spatial and taste-oriented. In which case, like many attendees, brings me back to the food and fall. Waking up with a warm cup of coffee in my hands as I make my way across the pedestrian bridge, crunching newly fallen leaves under foot and feeling the crisp air on my face. Fueling up with ice cream as a post-lunch sugar boost and energy source while winding through paths or sitting in afternoon sessions. Roasting smores by the fire as we hear historic tales from the Shepherdstown region. And finally getting a drink and bowl of popcorn while I sit with the wonderful feeling of having filled my mental cup with creativity, knowledge, and friendship, yet yearning to have experienced more.