In a small patch of woods on the outskirts of Philadelphia a group of bike riders have built an innovative and hard working community. Using shovels and rakes to build and upkeep the monolithic clay pillars, an unseen labyrinth of drainage, watering ditches and rolled tarps battle the natural cycles of the old forest.

During their twenty-something year existence the trails have been passed down from crew to crew. Constantly on the edge of demolition by city land developers the trails have nurtured a crew of diggers and riders that are forced to monitor city hall and fight for the protection of this wild land.

For the trail rider, sitting at work on a Monday with the campfire smoke still lingering in their nose, orange clay still sticking to their shoes, the trails will always feel like they’re calling.