Rocktober Fest has officially wrapped — and while everyone saw the glow tent, the merch, the madness… they didn’t see the behind-the-scenes circus it took to get there. Let me paint it for you clearly: yes, I was prepping hoodies and tumblers like a one-woman factory, but I was also freezing in my own living room at 6AM, rearranging furniture just to get the pellet stove going before my fingers turned to icicles.
Because fall in Maine doesn’t gently arrive. It kicks the door in wearing flannel and says, “Survive if you dare.”
Pre-Fest Prep: Chaos, Caffeine, and Cold Floors
People imagine event prep is cute — packing boxes, labeling totes, sipping lattes. Let me correct that gently:
Event prep = stepping over hoodie piles, reheating the same cup of coffee three times, and screaming “Where’s my tape gun?!” into the void while simultaneously feeding the dog and printing logos.
Meanwhile, the house? Arctic. My morning routine wasn’t coffee — it was rearranging the entire living room so the pellet stove wouldn’t set the curtains on fire. Priorities were simple:
Don’t freeze. Don’t melt the curtains. Get these damn hoodies done.
The Glow Tent: My Feral Fever Dream Come to Life
And then… it happened. Rocktober Fest. The glow tent lit up like a neon fever dream — blacklights, glowing tumblers, fluorescent tees. It wasn’t a booth. It was an experience.
Kids lost their minds. Grown adults turned feral. People walked in and said my favorite word of the weekend:
“WOAH.”
That’s when I knew: every frozen morning, every late night, every frantic supply run — it was worth it.
The Aftermath: Exhausted, Frostbitten & Full-Hearted
By the end, I was running on festival fries and sheer adrenaline. But nothing beats seeing people love what you create — chaos fingerprints and all. Rocktober Fest reminded me that this business isn’t just about products. It’s about connection, conversation, and creating magic in parking lots and fairgrounds.
Even if I return home to a crooked couch and pellet ash on my socks — my heart is full.
What’s Next? Buckle Up. The Feral Season Is Just Beginning.
If you think Rocktober Fest was wild, wait until you see what’s coming:
Holiday Drops 🎄 Wicked, festive, and absolutely feral Black Friday Insanity 🖤 Deals that require a helmet New Apparel & Gift Items 🎁 For the bold, the sassy & the unapologetic
So keep your eyes open, your coffee hot, and your pellet stove primed — because The Feral Fox Co. isn’t slowing down.
To everyone who stopped by, supported, shopped, or just stepped into the glow — thank you.
You warmed a cold, chaotic, hoodie-printing heart.
🦊 Stay feral. The fun’s just starting.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 
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