Burning Man MEGAPOST
Burning Man pictures have come back from the lab! Which is great, because I've found it so hard to describe without visuals. Now you get them :D This picspam takes you through the bug-splattered-windshield days of our drive West, right on through to the end.
Walnut, Iowa. Population 891. Makers of great pies.
Emily: "Baroo?" No, not that Evanston. Evanston, Wyoming.
I am Queen of the Big Pile of Dirt. Which isn't quite as good as King of the Mountain, but it's getting there.
Pilot's Peak, which John and I agreed should be in the dictionary under "mountain." It's about 30 miles away from where this picture was taken.
See John. See John drive. Drive, John, drive!
See Emily drive. See sun glare in Emily's eyes. Glare, sun, glare!
The sign at Empire, one of the last towns before you hit Black Rock City.
All pictures from here on out are at Burning Man!
Our neighbors, who came in a school bus, had brought a huge spin-art machine they'd made themselves. John's helping them get it off the roof of the bus.
For those who haven't heard, The Man got burned the first night, and not by accident. Someone was trying to make a statement. However, the event organizers were able to build a new one by Thursday.
Green Eggs and Ham breakfast at Whoville:
Life-sized Settlers of Catan!
Dig the zerba-corn.
^ At the Faery Formal.
Have you accepted Kitty as your personal savior?
A communal mural. My eensie contribution is that green bunny with "B A HPY BNY" under it. Later this got partially covered and only read "B BNY." XD
BATTLE OF 10,000 LIGHTSABERS. Well, probably more like 1,000. But still, that's a thousand people whaling on each other with plastic lightsabers. This happened on Thursday night, and we'd been looking forward to it since Monday night when we'd heard about it for the first time.
The best part was afterward, when we stormed and took over Center Camp, where they just happened to be playing some incredibly rockin' music as we charged in with our sabers and started battling each other... Thus startling all the people who were trying to nap/have a relaxing coffee in there. Ooops! ^___^;;
Jedi masters:
Some steampunk cookies puttin on a show.
Now this? Is a bird's-eye view of someone on bungee cords about to be launched into battle in the Thunderdome, which was, yes, a huge dome that you could climb on. And watch people on bungee cords whale on each other with big foam bats.
The totally-punked-out referee at the Thunderdome signals for the fight to begin.
This is an art/party-car I hopped on one night on the rare occasion that John and spent some time apart. This took me aaaaallll the way to the other end of the playa and back.
John with his hand covered in oobleck.
Me with oobleck on my shoe, almost flashing the camera. Oooops!
Those winds can be brutal. Or was it an RV?
Home sweet tent.
The Steampunk Treehouse!
Inside the treehouse:
U-ME, the Unfortunate Monkey Experience. This was an interactive "game" that only took one person at a time, but it was worth the wait. All Communist peoples rejoice! *giggle*
This is a guy swinging a girl on the treehouse tire.
Me in the tire! ^____^
Playing Settlers in a dust storm.
Victory!
I love the guy on the "camel."
The Critical Tits bike ride.
Just after which, a MAJOR dust storm hit:
Jumping for joy under a double rainbow. Not that I'm complaining in the slightest, but what IS it with the double rainbows this year? This is the third one I've seen.
At a reading of "Bartholomew and the Oobleck" at Whoville. Look reeeeeeeaaal close at the drawing of the King...
I am the Dancing Queen! For reals.
SWEENGS! (and waffles):
The Temple:
Our Burning Man family :)
The Man burns!
Emily and John on the Neverwas Haul:
I love this picture to bits and tiny pieces. Smeeeesh.
The Temple burns:
Our bug- and dust-encrusted rental car.
The empty spot where our campsite was.
One last picture before we hop in the car. Believe it or not, I have a tan.