I’m leaving for Burning Man tomorrow, so this is the last you’ll hear of me until mid-September

Since I don’t have much going on work-wise, I figured why the hell not? Seems like every year I go up there, it’s never quite long enough…so this year, I’m going balls-out. I’m gonna be a filthy wreck after all this…but I have photo shoots scheduled pretty much as soon as I get home.

I’ve heard from others that the Saturday night before Burning Man officially opens is like the greatest party of all time…by then, everyone has finished their work, everything is all set up and ready to go, and that’s when the REAL party goes down. I imagine it’s like the Renaissance Faire after-hours shenanigans, when all the families and day-trippers leave and it’s just the hardcore Ren geeks drinking mead and getting frisky after dark. (I went to one of those parties one year, and it was FABULOUS!)

I plan to leave tomorrow morning around 9am and cruise up slowly but surely at 60mph (my trailer tires can’t take much more; I learned that the hard way last year, when I blew one out at 80mph). I figure I should arrive at Black Rock City around 7pm-ish…just enough time to set up my camper before dark.

Basically, I will be traversing the entire state of Nevada from bottom to top, passing through some of the most desolate territory you’ve ever seen. Every hour or so you pass through an old mining town, but there are only a few towns of any real size along the way. It’s mostly just sagebrush and brothels!

For the first time, I am making this trip by myself. Normally, my sister flies down from San Francisco to drive up with me….but she’s in Israel with her husband right now and won’t be up until Wednesday. So it’s alllllllllllllll me. If I break down out in the middle of nowhere, I’m S.O.L. So if you’re driving along and you see a stranded hippie…help a sister out, yo!

—WONDERHUSSY

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