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Origins of Flute Quest

Flute Quest was first conceived by Brent Haines of Woodsounds Flutes late in 2004. Washington Flute Circle was organized at that time in order to organize and promote Flute Quest and be a parent organization for flute circles in the state. At the time, Woodsounds Flutes was located in Bothell, and Brent felt that the Pacific Northwest needed its own festival similar to Musical Echoes in Florida or the Potomac Flute Festival in Virginia. Initial legwork on the project revealed to the organizers that timing was too tight to produce a festival for summer of 2005, so the first Flute Quest happened in 2006 at St. Edward State Park in nearby Kenmore.

Flute Quest initially garnered start-up support in the form of a public grant from 4Culture, the cultural outreach arm of King County. With generous public and private supporters, Flute Quest started off with a bang. In their first year they hosted many national and international Native American flute performing artists, including Robert Mirabal and Mary Youngblood.

In September 2006, the inaugural Flute Quest was held at Saint Edward State Park. In August 2007 and September 2008, Flute Quest was graciously hosted by Country Village in Bothell, Washington. From 2009-2012, Flute Quest has been held in partnership with Salt Water State Park in Des Moines, Washington. It is scheduled to return there in Aug, 2013.

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