My reach has once again surpassed my grasp.
My mind was full of things that I would write about. I was so excited to share my experience as well as my opinions on that great festival out there in the desert, but upon returning to Atlanta, not only did I have all the unpacking and cleaning and organizing to do, but there was a plethora of other matters to attend to.
In fact, several of them will become fodder for upcoming blogs.
In the meantime, I will try to do my best to put Burning Man 2015 to rest.
So in no particular order......
I have been asked this question so many times.
It is a very valid question.
Nothing is for sale out there besides ice and coffee.
The first year I brought enough food to get me through a couple of weeks of disaster. I had canned foods, hard cheeses and cured meats, every kind of jerky imaginable, nuts and trail mix, as well as some freeze dried camping meals. I was ready for surviving the Apocalypse, only to find out a couple of days into it that the camp I was in had a 42' refrigerated trailer and one of my camp-mates was very involved in the the food co-op movement and supplying fresh and healthy food to several different other camps.
I ate very well that year.
I have eaten well every year.
Food is very, very communal. One of the ideals I value most about Burning Man is Community. So food is integral to the experience.
One of my favorite nights this year was before the gates officially opened and Ryan took the boat out to help Feed the Artists deliver food to various camps setting up their art projects who might not of had time to stop and cook and/or eat.
But in trying to keep this post manageable, I'll have to cut this short, because I could ramble on and on about food and Burning Man and how it's made an impression on me.
That said, I will mention a couple of the things that I have brought out to the Playa to share.
Ostrich eggs, as well as emu and rhea as well as edible bugs, both in their identifiable state as well as a few loaves of banana bread made with mealworm flour.
I do what I can.
People "gift" all sorts of things.
Most are worthless baubles; like beads from Mardi Gras, but that oftentimes conjure up some sort of memory and/or experience which then gives the trinket great value.
Sometimes however the swag can be pretty awesome. Such was/is the case with what our neighbor Collins gifted me this incredible thermos full of ice and water which is exactly what I needed at that moment. It served me well on the Playa and also on our drive home and I've used it almost every day since I've been back.
My Best Decision, My Biggest Regret
August 9 ·
Wow. You know you've made it as a Race Director when one of your runners gets a tattoo of your race.Thanks, Jon Danniells!!! #honored http://www.jonofalltrades.net/whats-up-the-blog
Jon Danniells at Shady Rest Town Park, Mammoth Lakes, California
July 24 Just got back from a 10 mile trail run; it was either up or down almost no flat areas and on sandy pumice. It kicked my butt good, legs feel like cement but so glad I did it
I realized I was less prepared for this race than any before.
I realized that my feet would be beyond blistered. That I would cramp up over and over.
And for what?
Well because it's an awesome experience and sense of accomplishment. And running it did indeed change my life in several positive ways. And I think the world of the race director and am constantly in awe and inspired by what she does both at Burning Man and in the "real" world.
I'd completed the race the last two years in a row with almost as little training.
Still I showed up at Pink Lightning with my water requirements plus a case of spray-on sunscreen that I had "rescued" from a show I worked on. I picked up my race bib and signed the waiver. And was still pretty sure I was going to run the race.
That night, I could barely sleep and I knew I needed as much rest as possible if I was going to have any chance in completing the course.
And then I decided not to run.
I decided not to even start the race.
And I felt good about the decision.
I truly believe I would have done some serious damage to myself had I run. Even more so than in the past. At least then my feet were properly conditioned and I felt good about the shoes I was going to use.
I showed up at Pink Lightning later on in the day when most of the runners had finished the course and most had finished their post-race celebrations. I had to make it over to tell Cherie that I had chosen not to run and that I was not still out their on the course. She was amazing as always, even giving me a finisher's shirt, which I feel I obviously don't deserve and will be hesitant to wear, (I had my Death Valley Marathon shirt that I wasn't able to attend in a bag in my closet for around 5 years until I was able to get their and finish, now I wear it with a goodly amount of pride, my fastest marathon time to date).
Did I make the right decision?
I was sure that I did at the time and for the rest of the Burn and honestly I did until a couple of weeks ago.
I'm really not sure.
But I do plan on running it again. I'm also using it as an inspiration to qualify and run in the Boston Marathon.
The following are the titles of posts that I still plan on writing, hopefully sooner than later.
A couple are about Burning Man in general and a couple are specific to this year's Burning Man experience. I think the titles are pretty clear in those regards.
The Beautiful Hypocrisy of Burning Man
Gonzo-The Man, The Myth, The Muppet
Camp, Community and the Culture of Collaboration
Burning Man Deconstructed
And with that I leave a bunch of pictures that might have made it into any number of blog posts mentioned and not.