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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 13
Wednesday, cont. - Then we plan to eat at the Intergalactic House of Pancakes. (We ate at the Playa IHOP years ago.)
After dinner we returned to the playa, but so did the dust. By the time we got home both kids were deeply asleep; Lila fell asleep on my shoulder as she kept her eyes closed against the wind & dust. (I should mention that Rose was so nicely costumed again this night. I'm a lucky guy.)
All asleep, I returned to Ranger HQ. Piper was made a Ranger tonight; Lefty and I participated in his rebar/stepping-over-the-line ceremony. Then we had a celebratory cup of coffee at the Center Camp Café.
I told Rose that I thought my night of rangering would consist of helping very disoriented participants find their way home through the dust, but we were involved in helping a woman with a sprained ankle off the
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