Words Errol L. Colandro Photography Zach Iddings
I sit down for the first time in days and look at the partially disassembled stage as winds blow sand every which way. I look around the property and as I take it all in, I think, "I did this. I created a show ... by myself!"
About halfway through the day, we had a noise complaint from our ONLY neighbor, so we had to shut down the sound, but all of the bands came together, started a campfire, and jammed. People grabbed their bikes, brought them down in front of the stage, and buried their back tires in the sand.
Throughout the day, there was laughter and tears of sheer happiness. Strangers became friends, and by the end of the day it was no longer community but family. That's why we go Nowhere: to be found.
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