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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 24
Saturday, cont. - On my patrol last night I had the chance to chat with the driver of the Cow Bus; a friend of Kidsville. He was enthused to offer us a ride today at noon.
In the meantime I struck camp. Everything in storage boxes, those into the van, then the MOOP [Matter Out Of Place] and the 'chutes. Shook out and folded the tarps, and with Rose's help decided on our potluck contribution and the clothes for the kids to wear to the burn.
No Cow Bus, but go-cart ponies and bunny slippers came into camp to give the kids rides. I got to drive both Isaac and Lila on a motorized pony!!! What fun!
The Cow Bus arrived on playa time. We clambored aboard and were tooling out to the Man when the whiteout hit us. Surreal. We visited the Man and the Temple of Honor (where
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