Becky Jane ([info]puppysmuggler) wrote,
@ 2007-09-07 16:23:00
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Current mood: nostalgic

As requested, photographic evidence of my recent adventure:




I loved this art car. It looked even cooler at night, but my camera HATES the dark.



I am a mushroom.
No, really.



I also love the giant ant art car. Please note the headless man in the background, as he was only partially rebuilt at this point.



The Black Rock Roller Disco. How people roller skated in 120 degree weather, I'm not sure, but I appreciate them.



Rover's Pinky performing on our camp's stage.



One freshly rebuilt man.



"Crude Awakening" at night



LED-filled ping-pong balls in pleasing color patterns, for your drug-addled brain.



Double Rainbow



Bicycles and dust



Flags on the playa



I don't have any idea what this was, but it was pretty



The Temple of Forgiveness



This is my favorite picture, ever.



Yarrrrrrr!t car



The Man, as seen from The Temple on the day of the burn (Saturday)



Big Rig Jig. You could CLIMB INSIDE this thing.



A lovely sculpture in front of the roller boogie.



I have no explanation for this.



A little out of order from the rest of the pictures, but here's the original Man. Some freakshow burned him on Monday.



Nice shot of an incoming white-out.



Dana, in her mother's clothes.



Another shot of the double rainbow



Our sign, and stage. Not sure who is performing.



This was an AMAZING piece, that unfortunately only looked good at night under a strobe light and was impossible to photograph. It was powered by stationary bikes.



fireworks



More fireworks



KABLOOIE!!!!



Burn, baby, burn...


Stories available upon request.


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[info]danigolden
2007-09-08 12:05 am UTC (link)
Stories!

Man that big rig thing is amazing.

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[info]puppysmuggler
2007-09-10 04:12 pm UTC (link)
It was indeed very amazing! It's hard to capture in a picture just how physically impressive that thing was. I really wanted to climb in it, but it was 120 degrees and there was a line.

As for stories, I will post my impressions later this afternoon :)

OMG INTERNETS!

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[info]the2belo
2007-09-08 04:20 am UTC (link)
I request all stories!

Also, what Dani said. Also also, the "incoming whiteout" photo totally WINS.

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[info]puppysmuggler
2007-09-10 04:33 pm UTC (link)
I wish I could take credit for that photo, but alas, I cannot. I stole it from a camp mate.

However, I do have a mildly amusing story associated with the white-out in the picture: It was Thursday, and we'd managed to go all week without any major kind of dust storms. I was beginning to think that veteran burners had been exaggerating their horribleness in the same way that all old people used to have to walk to school in the snow uphill both ways.

Then it came.

It was very sudden, really. The Boy and I were on a photo-taking walkabout, and had gotten about 3 blocks from our camp when it hit. At first, we hid between two ranger's trucks in the hope that it would be over soon. After about 10 minutes of this, we realized that it was probably going to be with us for a while and decided to dash for home. The dash was rather harrowing, as we could not see anything, and neither could anyone else. Plus, Chris did NOT have a dust mask or goggles with him, so he had to pull his t-shirt over his face and let me guide him (I was prepared *smug*).

We did finally make it home, Chris grabbed his gear, and we scrambled around camp helping people secure their tents and shade structures from the wind. We had all gotten complacent throughout the week, as the wind and dust had been more or less nonexistant up until this point.

A word about playa dust storms: The dust on the playa has the consistancy of baby powder and is highly alkaline. It gets everywhere and sticks to everything. Your nose gets clogged, your lungs burn, and your eyes will hate you forever. In other words, dust storms are REALLY COOL (seriously, they were rad once we stopped freaking out.)

So, everyone ran around all crazy-like for about an hour trying to make sure everything was tied down and all bodies were accounted for. Eventually, all stragglers made it back to camp, and we all sat around and drank and shot the shit for a while. This was fun for a while, but then I realized I hadn't really slept in a while, and a since the dust storm didn't show any signs of letting up, I figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. So! Off to my nice cozy tent I went, where I lay down and passed out for a few hours.

Several hours later, I woke up and my tent was FILLED WITH DUST. FILLED. When I got up off the bed, there was a perfect Rachel-print on my sleeping bag. I really wish I had taken a picture of that.

The moral of the story is: if you fall asleep in a dust storm, even if you are in your tent, keep your dust mask on.

I will think of and post more fun-filled stories later today.

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