This morning I'm heading to the desert of Nevada to participate in the Burning Man festival. If you're like me, you've heard a lot about it. It's my first time (and I don't say that a lot), so I'm not sure exactly what to expect.
What I do know is I'm going to be part of Black Rock City, a community of 50,000 that appears and completely disappears on the desert "playa" for one week each year. It's supposed to be life-altering. There's no money (only bartering), no luxuries (no wifi?!), lots of art installations, and at the end they burn a big wooden man.
From the website: Burning Man is an annual experiment in temporary community dedicated to radical self-expression and radical self-reliance.
My bags are so full of self-expression that I forced myself to remove a pair of platform heels. Taking them out, I realized this was the first time (another first, what is this?) I removed a pair of heels from my pack for the sake of space. I must be getting older.
Then again, I could ruin a good pair of hooker heels in a place where radical self-reliance means that showers are replaced with wet nap wipes.
Wish me luck!
See you on the other side...
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