We met at the Grayson County Fiddler's Convention in Elk Creek, Virginia. We set up camp right next to each other, and prepared for another fun festival weekend. Little did we know that the storm of the century would pass through in a few hours! A huge thunderstorm with tornado-force winds ripped through the camp at night, destroying tents, tearing down easy-ups, and even ripping trees apart and tossing huge limbs onto cars! The next morning, there was a lot of clean up to do, and a lot of people left, but we decided not to pack up and leave just yet. Ben and I stayed one more day and ended up playing music late into the night. Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, and Ben and I began messaging each other online. Would we both be going to the next fiddler's convention later in the summer? Not knowing if he could get off work to go, I went ahead and decided to pack up and go to Clifftop, West Virginia, for the Appalachian String Band Festival. After a day or so, I was told that Ben had been seen at the top of the hill, at another camp. I walked up to find him, and when I reached the camp at the top of the hill, I was told that Ben had walked down the hill to find me! We eventually finally crossed paths, and the rest is history. We've enjoyed being each other's best friends, music, and adventure partners ever since!