 Happy Monday everyone! I’m happy to report we’re alive amid the mass of near-naked humanity at Burning Man 2018. It wasn’t fun yesterday. I can tell you, I’m glad we made it here early yesterday to claim our spot for Friend Lamont’s RV. Of course, it took us four hours to get through the queue to claim that spot. But, that was only the start… The winds came up and by 3:30 yesterday afternoon they (the winds) were honking at 60mph with near zero visibility because of all the dust (see the photo). Soon thereafter they closed the gates because it became too dangerous trying to move around the site. We hunkered down inside the RV and rode it out. Finally, after several hours of that, they reopened the gates, but people streaming into the site went on until about 3AM. This morning it was a very cool 50-ish degrees and almost zero wind. Go figure. Oh, that’s the other thing – so, we were counting on the desert sun and high temps to help us wrap the RV in a silver mylar shrink wrap, right? Guess what? This is high desert. The daytime temps are in the low 80’s. Cousin Fred is an idiot. I should have guessed that this desert being almost due east of Reno wouldn’t be blazingly hot. So now we’re stuck with a 200-foot roll of silver mylar shrink wrap. We did wrap the RV in the crime scene tape late last night, so we don’t look like a complete herd of tools out here. No, not a complete herd, just a partial one. I have to admit this is quite a spectacle. After the winds sort of died down, we all went out and roamed around. Visited the Dick Garden Farmer’s Market. For some reason, Cousin Fred felt he had to go over there and see what that was all about. Basically, they were handing out free vibrators and condoms. Today there’s a dildo decorating contest going on over there. I’m sure Cousin Fred will attend. Other than that, there were parties every 10 feet or so. We roamed around drinking and listening to music until well after midnight. Well, I went until after midnight before heading back to the RV (ain’t misbehavin’). I left Cousin Fred and Friend Lamont at the 24/7 Whiskey Saloon where Friend Lamont was banging away at Fats Waller tunes on the piano. The crowd seemed to be enjoying it and was singing along. I have no idea when they came back. They’re both in the RV snoring their heads off now. I’m sitting outside drinking coffee. Beginning to wonder where our friend from Washington State, Seaside Blondie is. I have her pass to get in and figured she would give me a call. The sky is a bit hazy this morning. Supposedly the fires up and down the west coast are causing the haze. Great. Besides the dust, there will be smoke to contend with. This is a lot like being in Oklahoma, except the temperatures aren't as bad. Hopefully, my travel mates will be up soon. I’m anxious to get on with today’s activities…mostly roaming from party to party and drinking (not much else to do around here except watch people, oh and swim naked in mud pools, but we’ll save that for another dispatch). That is all! Comments are closed.
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