I was served caffeinated decaf the Thursday before we headed out from Las Vegas to Black Rock City, so that Friday was an increasing blur of dazed sleeplessness, as we slowly gathered the RV team over the course of the day. With
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to sleep that night, either, causing me to be less friendly or useful to my campmates than I might otherwise have been. I enjoyed several punchy hours in the dark of the early morning and rising twilight, though, and we got to BRC in the early afternoon. At the greeter station, we were told that our camp had the best name of all the camps on the playa (true, if I may say so) and sent off to meet our placer.
Then I kind of fell apart due to lack of sleep and the camp was constructed around me, hooray!
For the next several days, lots of stuff happened2
Saturday, they burned the man. Sunday, they burned the temple. Monday around 4am, the RV crew plus
I feel like a ridiculous burner cliche, but I can't really do much but wave my hands vaguely and say, "OMG, reentry is so WEIRD." More later.
1There should be a longer post about this in the future.
2There should be several longer posts about Monday's dust storm, staffing the hole, wandering about in groups, wandering about with various individuals, the temple, the firey things, the weather, getting fucked up, and hair and wardrobe.