The clock is ticking. It is serious countdown time for Burning Man 2013. Peggy and I hit the road on Sunday, six days from now. And I haven’t done an ounce of planning or preparation. Nada. We were too busy driving up the Alaska Highway and back. When we should have been making our costumes, we were hanging out with the Kodiak Bears, or catching salmon, or dodging potholes in the Yukon Territory.
I should be nervous. Heck, Peggy should be nervous. Burning Man is my responsibility. Soon we will be in the midst of raging dust storms and stifling heat in the remote Black Rock Desert where a city of 40,000 people plus will appear and disappear in a week’s time. What will we eat, what will we wear, what will we drink?
Are we psychologically prepared for a week of port-a-potty toilets and baby-wipe baths? Or should this be the year we practice cleanliness by running naked behind the water truck? That’s always a sight. And speaking of sights, are we prepared for the very large, naked man who insists on riding his bike back and forth in front of our camp several times a day?
And noise, the 24/7 beat of heavy metal music, and drums, and mutant vehicles with mega loud speakers. Make a note: take noisemaker with extra batteries. No, make that two noisemakers with a box of 50 Costco batteries and earplugs.
Does any of this sound like fun? Actually it is. Or at least it’s unique. And it’s addictive. I’ve been ten times or so. I don’t remember anymore. Which may be another problem related to Burning Man. (grin) But I am a fan and once again I look forward to sharing the experience with you… the great art, the craziness, the people, the magic, the desert and all of the other factors that go into making Burning Man one of the greatest shows on earth.
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