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Burning Man 1996: Life in Our Camp
Life in our camp is mostly a quiet affair. Here's a panorama of our space; my 1985 VW Fox appears at left. Our structure, and my shadow, are on the right side.
This was taken just as Seth's now-repaired van arrived on the playa. We're doing the happy dance :-)
Our shelter up-close and personal. The sun netting was too short to provide any real protection from the sun, but it made us feel good about having attached it. That's Rose lying atop; by a fluke of decisions (by others) we were given the top as a sleeping place. I loved it.
Here are Joel, Seth, and Rose, basking in the glow of the setting sun. It felt really, really good to finish up the structure, add the safety railing (and the caution tape), and have it be rock-solid.
Stig built himself a hanging platform which protected him from the (non-existent) surface-crawlers. It was a bit eerie seeing him just hang there. I expected it to flip at any time, but it was stable.
Damon is pretty dangerous with a hibachi around, but he kept us in good food. We didn't really have a communal kitchen, per say, but we freely combined the foods we brought.
This is Mark, the webmaster at Wired Magazine and hotwired.com, and a soon-to-be roomate of mine at Waller Street.
Here are Rose and Seth in the "kitchen" of Seth's van. He was soooo well-prepared; we were such rookies compared to his car-camping experience. It was a real joy spending time with Seth.
Here's the other side of the kitchen, by my beloved but battered car: our supply table, the coolers, and the barbeque crew. Sometimes we had three or four stoves going at the same time: barely-controlled chaos.
Seth returns. What with?
Ah, with the daily newspaper run. Seth, when you're done please hand it up here, please?
A very late lunch, or an early dinner? Here's our crew feasting in the shade, taking a momentary respite from the never-ending sunshine.
Meh. Seth decides enough shade, and scurries into the strong rays to play with a sun-scope.
I think the Captain Crunch was my (not-so-very) bright idea. It's too sugary for comfort on the playa. But I had it for several days, until our milk soured. Then everyone else turned it into finger-food.
I think Joel was the only one of us who thought out what he'd be doing when not cooking, eating, or sleeping. Here he is, putting his pen to paper, his daily ritual of thoughtfulness.
Why is Seth laughing? I have no idea. I suspect it's because he's shaved and washed and is ready to have us join him on a trip around the playa.
It's not that we didn't actually leave our camp, it's just that I haven't shown you yet. Here's Damon in queue for some food; it might be the sushi girls (which you'll be seeing shortly). Or it might have been to get some hot chocolate or coffee at the Center Camp Café.
Rose and I volunteered to be Black Rock Rangers this year. Join us!
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