

A Year Ago This Weekend...
Tom Mills, Hal Linhart and I loaded our gear into the back of Danielle's Mazda for an insanely early ride to the Kansas City airport for a flight to DFW and then on to Reno. Our mission was to do the set up for our Burning Man crew, partially pictured at right. Danie and the others would follow the next day.

The next day we picked up the rest of our crew at the airport...Danielle & Tara, brave maidens that they are, Barry & Marjie (You brought your daughter?!? To Burningman?!?!), Rusty and others, some who we really hadn't gotten a chance to know yet. That night, at a friend-of-a-friend's home in Reno, we hit our first snag. Those responsible for bringing the extensive list of cooking gear that I had sent them revealed that all they had assembled could be fit into the rusty little pot that they suggested we could cook with. For 18 of us. For a week. In the wilderness. The grill I asked for? They had an apartment sized 18 inch round charcoal grill.
I swallowed hard and went straight to Home Depot, where I plunked down cash for a portable gas grill.and two or three tanks of propane. You should have seen the face on the clerk when we asked how to connect a twenty five pound propane bottle to that little thing. He had no clue. We figured it out, bought twice as many fittings as we needed, and headed for the parking lot. The folks in charge of arranging the cooking gear got into the spirit of it and drove to Wal-Mart where they purchased a reasonable amount of pots, pans, spoons, etc to outfit an army.


Tonight, the tribe is beginning to gather on the playa. The event doesn't begin until Monday, but anyone with a lame excuse can get on the playa early (one year I gained access simply by insisting that our team was too inept to be expected to set up our camp in one day.) The desert is alive with the sound of generators and techno music, nail guns and espresso machines, punctuated by the occasional testing of a homemade flame thrower. I wish you could meet this tribe. They are unlike any I have known. Faulty, searching, exuberant, questioning, full and empty all at once.

For a better explanation of why we love these people, follow this link to an article I wrote for Burning Man back in the fall of 2002.
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