The trip in to Black Rock City was slow-going, due to the trailer being towed. Thanks to us, hundreds of people behind us were all driving the speed limit. Safety third, after all…
We planned to get there at Gates Open at midnight, and that we did, but there was a fair amount of waiting because tickets (mine included) was at Will Call. Ticket in hand, we went in to the city, which was brimming with chaos and excitement. Those that went ahead found a spot for our camp, and when we got there we started in the task of setting up camp. Canopies, tents, and other equipment set up, the camp was off to a good start. Throughout the next few days, the rest of the shade was erected, mostly due to the kickassedness of Danae and mostly captain. Lounge chairs, parachute, covered tents… it was awesome. I could sleep in my tent well past noon, and the sun wouldn’t hit my tent once.
That first morning I didn’t go to bed immediately, nor did a few others in camp. Instead, after we were settled, we went out to the man, which is the first thing I do after setting up camp. Ritual, tradition, call it what you will. My way was towards the man, as so we went.
When we got to the man, there were some Black Rock City Rangers walking about, as they do, guarding the man while construction was being done on the pavilion beneath the man. We talked to one who shard an extremely personal moment with us about how Burning Man changed his life. He told us what he was burning this year, and we all got a bit teary eyed. These were a bit personal and special, so I won’t talk of them here. The moment was shared, and it was the perfect beginning of the perfect week.
Drowsy, achy, and in need of a beer’n’a’bowl, we went back to camp for much needed sleep.
*TO BE CONTINUED*