The final part of the Long Strange Trip — thirteen years, told with honest dates. Thanks for riding along.

In August 2026 I bought a domain, filed the paperwork, and put my own name behind the work: Dead North LLC, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The name reads three ways on purpose — dead-on and due north, the Dead and the North, and a band if you need one — and all three are correct, because all three are the résumé: precision, place, and the conviction that the show should be worth taping.

Why independent, and why now? Because every chapter of this trip turned out to be a load-out for it. Fargo installed range and weatherproofing. The lead years installed answering for things. The migrations installed a method and the counts to prove it. The fleet years installed instruments. At some point the honest conclusion was that the practice already existed — it had been touring for years under other marquees. The LLC just put the right name on the poster.

The shape of it is everything this series kept circling. Published prices, because estimation is honesty and nobody should book a meeting to hear a number. A rescue practice, because thirteen years of watching sites quietly drift convinced me nobody should lose a website — not to a vanished developer, a dead platform, or a login nobody wrote down. Honest advice as the core product, including when the advice is “don’t hire us.” And a site built the boring, durable way, eating my own cooking in public.

The Dead never played a farewell show that stuck, and this isn’t one either — it’s the opposite. Thirteen chapters of tuning, and the song finally has its own stage: my hands, my name, fewer layers between you and them, four hours from the valley that trained me and happiest by a lake. The long strange trip isn’t the road behind. It’s the band’s whole way of traveling — and the next set starts now.

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