Shopped at the little store (no allergy meds, eek!) and drove thru the village streets. Someone was having a big birthday bash. Looked like fun with people, balloons, children and normalcy. The town seemed to be two towns, having well-to-do and not-so sections, like all towns. Management and worker-bees. During Burning Man, cars, trucks and campers were lined up on both sides of the highway.
I am so sad about this, and now poor Gerlach, next door will just have a one room school, probably like the one I attended in first grade in a little Colorado mining village.
The Empire store had lots of Burning Man books for sale, and I always hoped that Festival Madness would join the collection, but alas, it's not to be, because Festival Madness is still in search of a publisher, and the store may close after this year's "Man."
Read all about Empire's closing on this link. The death of Empire
Someone should erect one of those sad little gravestone crosses that mark someone's misfortune in the desert.
|The road to Empire, Nevada|
Sad, sad, sad!