So I’m back from another year at Burning Man, and I am happy to say that I had a blast. This trip went well, as most of the people I was camping with were much more prepared that I was. For example, those that had tickets remembered to bring them. I, however, totally forgot mine in my underwear drawer. I know what you’re thinking, “But Chris, you don’t wear underwear.” Let’s just move on, shall we?
Then there’s the small detail of my bike, which I did remember to bring. I even remembered to remove the front wheel lock it to the frame so that it would be easy to pack. I didn’t remember to bring the key to that lock, however, so I had an unusable bike, which got playa-fied, sitting behind our camp.
I bought a cot before leaving for the playa, as I don’t believe in air matresses, but I wasn’t all that keen about sleeping on the floor. The dimensions looked like it would fit in the cot, and all things being equal I was right. What I didn’t take in to consideration was whether I could get the cot in the tent to begin with. Well, I couldn’t, so for the first couple nights I slept in my bag on the floor. After a couple days I figured, what the hell, and put the cot in the tent with the foot of the cot sticking out the door. I zipped up the door as high as it would go, and used a towel as a faux curtain to block out light and dust. This worked perfectly. I was able to sleep on the cot, be protected from the elements, and it also made keeping my tent organized much easier, as I now had a cot to put things under rather than a bag that takes up most of the floor space.
Those were the only real hangups, with the exception of Max slicing his finger and getting 5 stitches, and other random small mishaps. The art out there was awesome, and if I ever get the chance to scan/upload them I’ll be sure to share them. Just don’t cry when you see me in a loin cloth.
BURN THE MAN!