In 2002 and 2004 I was one of 35,000 at the Burning Man Festival in Nevada's Black Rock Desert. The Man is a life altering event--one is never quite the same afterward, and the images from those days are burnt into my brain forever, unlike some of the day-to-day minutiae that is immediately forgotten.
We had planned to go this year, but an unforseen trip to the West Coast in June intervened, and other necessary trips this summer used up the travel budget. So this year I'm foregoing the man. Sadly. Regretfully. Painfully.
You get the picture. Stay tuned for some photos of years past at the Burn. If you can get yourself and everything you need for a week or less to Reno, hustle on out to the Black Rock Desert. Prepare for craziness, art, music, zany new friends, mind-boggling experiences, a radical change of pace. I loved it. Go ahead. Buy a ticket and go! Go!
Grapeshot, who is sucking it up and not going, alas.