Thousands of people depart from cities all across America in caravans; picking up passengers at countless stops along the way as they journey to our nation’s capital. These caravan riders are mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters. They are affluent and poor, white and black, straight and gay. They are making this pilgrimage because they are living with and dying of AIDS. Having witnessed too many of their loved ones succumb to the deadly disease, they press onward; experiencing illness, joy, betrayal and brotherhood. Believing that every step they take brings them closer to ending AIDS once and for all, and, in the words of one rider, brings them:
