Before going to Burning Man, I had several blog post drafts waiting in the queue and several in my mind. I had several more stories of our trip to Mammoth, with lots of video that needed to be edited.
There were blog posts on things I'm reading and listening to. Things about the film business and home schooling.
And then Burning Man happened......
Even though Burning Man is a mostly cashless event once you go through the gates, I knew that a little extra cash reserve would probably be a good thing to have on hand.
Thus my credit union's ATM became the last stop in LA before heading up, until I looked across the street and saw a farmer's market.
I hadn't had breakfast and I'm sure there was something else I could use.
My cash reserve was starting to dwindle, but I had an incredible breakfast pizza from a wood-fired oven and stocked up on more jerky and found the Fat Uncle Farms almonds that I couldn't find at the Santa Monica farmers market the day before.
I would keep adding provisions along Hwy 395, in Mammoth and Bishop, all the way till near the gates at Gerlach and Empire.
I think of this quote often as I go through life, sometimes to foolhardy ends.
I had planned to catch the True Blood finale, completely reorganize the van as well as write a couple of blog entries and make sure all my various batteries and such were recharged.
All with the planned leave time of 3 a.m. the following morning.
I restocked at Mammoth Brewery, managed to dine and relax a bit in the hotel bar, watch True Blood, get all the batteries charged and even eek out the post on the last of the 10 Principles.
The van however was a disorganized mess, something that would be a thorn in my side for the better part of the Burn
to best laid plans....
Speaking of which...
I did leave just a bit past 3 a.m.
I had planned to take Hwy 395 all the way up but my wonderful Iphone had other ideas and at Bridgeport rather than veer left and stay on Hwy 395 we went straight and ended up on some very, very dark and desolate roads in the middle of nowhere.
There were signs to be wary of deer crossing the road as well as bulls and horses and indeed just before sunrise a herd of free ranging horse ambled across the highway, causing me to come to an abrupt stop.
It was an eery and wonderful diversion and shaved close to an hour off the drive.
What I realized immediately upon dropping off of paved roads and onto the playa bed was that we create the vast majority of the dust in a similar way that our farming methods helped create the Geat Dustbowl of the 1930's, this massive gathering breaks up the crusty earth into this fine dust that the winds love to play with.
After an amazing week roller coaster ride at Burning Man I headed home. I had messed up my left-eye pretty bad which made driving almost unbearable. Clean running water helped immensely but it was still a huge hindrance on my drive back to LA and family.
I stopped at a huge Casino in Reno which was a bit surreal and saw burners all the way down Hwy 395 until making it back LA LA Land.
Many more stories to come.