The film survived sun, storm and sand, for better or for worse, which means that we survived as well. In some semblance of chronology, these are a few images of a bike trip through north carolina that fourteen people-cum-bike-pack embarked upon in June. I’m a little rusty in the writing department, as it’s been months since posting anything, but I keep circling around ideas of brotherhood and fraternity and the richness that sleeping outdoors can have after a day of pushing personal physical, social and and intellectual limits. The things each one remembers is surely different, yet all who were present would know the exact stretch of road where the wind blew so hard our voices were carried off with it, who dominated dance h.o.r.s.e and when moon moon moon is finally recorded, we will know that we were there for it’s conception. I counted to thirteen so many times in those few days, making sure all were present for each ferry, each meal, and each portrait that I forgot to get one of myself. So although our fourteenth, and technically a tiny fifteenth member are missing, the rest of them are documented here.