We’re four friends who love this land and made some stuff.

The eastern part of our country is old. Old old. Older than we can comprehend because we’re not wired to fathom the geologic scale of time. The mountains out west are grand, for sure. But they are young, lanky, angsty teens compared to our ancient, weathered and worn, glorious Appalachians. These mountains are the sage elders, witness to half a billion years of life coming and going.