Out in the middle of the playa surrounded by a construction fence, it looks tame.
But I'd read about it before getting to Burning Man and it was on the top of my to-do list.
The first night I wandered out there (open 9pm-2am Tues-Fri) alone
but the wind was too high and they didn't know when or if they could shoot that nite.
I got lost getting there & getting back to camp & despaired of making it again.
It explodes (ha!) with excitement at night, though.
The red sign is the rules. No clothes that melt, no loose clothes or hair.
The crowd around the fence is trying to not look stupid or drunk
so that they can have a turn at being one of the lucky 4 chosen.
Luckily, the officer in charge remembered me from the night before
and after taking off my dangling headband & tucking in some fringe,
I got the coveted nod. How about my sober friend, I asked?
Which one? I waved frantically at Joe.
He got the nod, but Joe asked if we could go in seperate groups
so we could photograph each other.
No promises was the answer, so Joe threw his camera to a stranger.
We each had our own safety officer & instructions.
The stranger took the shot of us on the front end.
You might not recognize us through the goggles, gloves & glow
but it thrills us to remember it.
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