Burning Man 2005

I'm back from another week in that desert. I could go on and on with stories of my adventures. Like about my campmates who got engaged on a pirate ship... the billion bunny march... my mission with the Thunderdome... swimming in the oasis... receiving mail from San Francisco in my tent... the sunrise cuddle piles at the temple... following a mammoth in a duststorm... The stories are bizarre and endless. I think that's why I love Black Rock City so much.

The best part of it all was being camped with the Junkyard. Fuck yeah!