Now it can be told:
Still wanting to be back on the Playa. Last year I was there a week after the Burn and there were about 2,000 old beater bicycles piled up for disposal.
The dust- - what can one say about the dust? It was omnipresent. But about 4:00 p.m. I would pour a nice glass of rum and some ice and sit on the old beater sofa on the little porch in Gerlach with my book and a fly swatter. The golden light and the quietness, the flies didn't buzz noisily, give one peace. The rum and the solace of the beautiful late afternoon help, too.
About as good as it gets.