A few weeks ago I arrived to Burning Man for my second visit.
I pulled in Sunday evening, a few hours after the gates opened.
I woke up Monday morning jazzed and excited to get the adventure started. More on Burning Man later....
After an amazing week out there, alone in the desert with around 60,000 other wanderers, I decided to leave early, sometime on Sunday before the Temple Burn.
It was a tough decision.
I was loving my time out there and really wanted to help with the camp break-down on Monday and I hated to miss the Temple Burn.
But I had heard Exodus was going to take more time than in years past.
As I started to map out the journey I had in store for me, I realized that I really needed to go.
According to my Iphone, I had a ten hour drive back up to Corvallis.
I finished packing up and left my camp around 6 Sunday afternoon.
This shot's a little before 9pm.
I made it to Gerlach, the nearest town around 15 miles away a little after mid-night, technically Monday morning.
After 7+ hours in the car, I still had over 9 hours of driving left.
I did my best to soldier on, but I was exhausted and pulled off the road, somewhere in the middle of nowhere and tried to get some sleep.
Sitting down with Skye for my first post-Burning Man meal — at Flat Tail Brewing.
Clean up was surprisingly painless. My mom's shop-vac was a God-send.
I still had to organize and re-pack, knowing that part of the plan was going to be eventually dropping off the trailer in Atlanta and then heading to New Orleans for a few weeks. So there was a considerable amount of logistics and strategy to the endeavor. And my brain was already fried.
We were trying to make it my niece's, Skye's cousin's wedding which was Saturday morning in Ohio.
Oh and I had promised Skye that we would visit Yellowstone National Park on the way.
It would be late Tuesday night, around 11 pm before we would get on the road.
We made it to the wedding. And spent Sunday chilling with Cindy and the family.
We took our time checking out on Monday.
We could have and perhaps should have just headed directly south to Atlanta. But last year we had planned on bagging this little trio of state high-points.
But Skye got hit with appendicitis, and we had to skip it.
We were so close now, and it would be just a little out of our way.
September 9 near Polk, OH via mobile
On the road again, much more relaxed schedule. An appointment in Atlanta Wednesday and then heading to NOLA to reunite with Cindy. But first off to collect some High-points; Pennsylvania here we come
We did manage to get up to Mount Davis, Pennsylvania and then over to
Backbone Mt., Maryland and even to Spruce Knob, West Virginia the following morning. More on those wacky adventures in another blog.
This Monday morning finds me sleeping in(sort of, if 7 am is sleeping in, which it is for me), getting organized,(most definitely) and starting a new diet and exercise regime(not an easy task in a city known for its food and oppressive heat and humidity).
After I post this blog, we'll go downstairs do a little stair-climb work out, followed by some stretching and perhaps a little body-weight workout, some "school work" and then shuffling papers, laundry etc., before heading out to explore New Orleans.