Well, a quick caveat. Our group consisted of a mere 6 people (including our intrepid and world famous impressionistic photographer, Ryan Jones), coming underneath the suggested group size of 7.

If this disqualifies us, so be it, but the story was too good not to be told.

When we met today to begin our Taskstravaganza, it became apparent that a good deal of us were strangers(!) Cam, Josh and Jason had never met Britt, and Jason had never met Orion, either.

Orion was adamant that we had to do another task with this opportunity, before we started the Sand Harvest. Human Knot was the champion suggestion.

We began by grasping hands and at first, we merely twisted and rotated randomly, and it ended up being much more tangled than the start. As we stared at our hands in confusion, a crowd had gathered on the retianing wall of the beach, watching us with obvious amsuement.

We deliberated and twisted for a few more minutes, when we heard a loud booming voice over a PA:

Uh... Human Knot. Can you please move?

My hand to god, that was verbatim. He reffered to us "Human Knot".

It was a Beach Patrol Vehicle, parked a few yards away. We had twisted ourselves into blocking the ramp that leads to the beach.

We sheepishly dropped hands and scuttled away. As they passed, they apologized for interrupting our game.

We joined hands again, and this time, began untwisting with a master plan, and soon, we were a perfect circle.