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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 9
Tuesday, cont. - I write this at 0215. Rose and the kids are sleeping in the van; I'm in a sleeping bag under the chute. It's a -40° F (-40° C) bag; the zipper at the feet is open to let me be comfy in this cool air.
An astronomer brought his telescope onto the playa so we could gaze at Mars, today closer to Earth than ever before. It's imposing in the moonless skies. A bright, big red dot high in the heavens. Not nearly as impressive as Andromeda through the 'scope.
Once the family was tucked away in bed I strolled back to the Ranger station for a fresh [radio] battery and a delicious lemonade at the café.
Lots of folks dancing around the burn barrels. Fire dancers with flaming balls on chains, flaming hula hoops, and a flaming skirt. Inside a woman walking around with a bottle of wine, another with
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