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Overview
This is an account of my first trip to Burning Man in 2007. In no way could this ever encapsulate everything about my trip but it should give you a glimpse of my experience. To start reading from the beginning, click here and read the Prologue. After that, you can simply click on the arrow > that will show up at the end of the entry, on the right side of the page. When you hover over the box, you will see the name of the next post. For example, from the “Prologue” post, you will see “The Cast.” Hope you enjoy.
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Oh Yeah, the Burn
It’s the origin of it all. What the event is named. The icon. What 47,097 people came to witness this year. The highly anticipated event of the week…the Burning of the Man. After 6 days of experiencing the heat, the dirt, the windstorms, the playa, the techno music, the camps and the community…the time had come. It was the pinnacle of the adventure – the approving signature of all the connections we made, the lessons we learned, the reflections about ourselves we discovered, the fun we had. How can I capture the spirit? The feeling? What it felt like to participate in this ritual that started as a beach party…
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Top Five Lessons for Next Year
5) Bring a snazzy camera & look for the art in everything After seeing all of the amazing pictures on Flickr and getting my own crap night time shots, I want a new camera. I want one that’s going to inspire me to seek out things to photograph. I want one that can capture the whole other world that happens at night. I want to get a panoramic from the center of the playa, where you are surrounded by 200 degrees of things to do. I want to remember the stranger who saw me struggling with the 6 bags of ice I mistakenly calculated to fit in my bike basket…
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A Pause
I’ve been having a hard time writing because I know the journey is almost over. Taking the time to remember the week at Burning Man has let me revel in all the good and the things I could have done without but there’s no doubt that once it’s over, there will be a void. I know I am going back to an awesome life and I know I’m fortunate for that. I started this trip not knowing what to expect and wondering if I’d experience some cataclysmic change. Now that I’m ending this trip, I would say that no, there’s been no indescribable transformation but I know I am enriched…
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Fading Fascination
I’m slightly surprised that I’ve adapted as well as I have. I shouldn’t be but it’s Friday morning now and the week is near over and I’m unscathed as can be. But my hair is absolutely disgusting, my skin is starting to itch, the heat is starting to wear me down, as is the lack of sleep. My BM high is starting to descend. Perhaps it’s the growing familiarity of the roads and the camps and the art cars. Perhaps it’s the constant techno beats that drum all day and all night so that you fade into sleep to those monotonous beats only to wake up to them again as…
