Join me on my first couple of days at Black Rock City. The best city on the planet!
I drove from Oregon to Nevada in my car by myself. It was the first time traveling to Burning Man by myself. I hit the line around 3 15 am and I was thinking ok......maybe three hours or so until I get in. Well, I was wrong. It took about seven hours and it was brutal once the sun came up. Then I was asked to go to the D Lot, which was a first, so somebody could inspect a small piece of carpet that I brought to decide if I could bring it in or not. That took time as well. I was tired and hot, sitting in a car for seven hours inching forward is not fun. It usually does not take this long, it all depends on when you arrive. So I got to the Black Rock desert the night between Sunday and Monday September 5th.
I found my camp, said hello to my campmates, most of them I had not met before. And started to unload my car and putting up my tent. It was sunny and hot and I got tired fast. After I struggled past that and got some food in me I biked out on the playa and looked at the Man. And biked around some more.I can't really describe in words what Burning Man is about. A lot of people come back year after year, I am one of them.
This is my home for about a week a year. It truly is a place of a lot of amazing things.
Center Camp under the moon.
I wonder how AI might change Burning Man in the future. I need to go back while things are still "normal".
Tuesday the wind picked up and it stayed windy basically through Thursday afternoon. Windy means dusty. And it was VERY windy. My tent ripped at some point but not until later in the week. It rattled around non stop, I am surprised it did not blow away. It was so dusty inside the tent that I woke up on Wednesday morning with completely shut eyes with green eye pus. I spent the next two nights in my camp mates RV. Because of the wind it made it difficult do do anything and see anything. I tried but it was hard. One of my campmates and I biked far out on Wednesday afternoon to go look at some art and we ended up in a complete whiteout. It was his first Burn and he had arrived in the US from Saudi Arabia the day before he left for Burning Man.
If one can survive Burning Man in a tent for the whole Burn week one can survive a lot, that is all I can say on that.
One of my fave art installations this year.
Covering up the face and eyes is a must when it gets dusty. The sand is very fine and soft and blows everywhere. We had strong winds, up to 40 miles/hour. Or more, I am not sure. The wind was so strong that I did not have to pedal my bike at times, I just sat in the saddle and sailed around with the wind. Crazy. 
Some random pictures that spoke to me.
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