I had to drive into Reno last night. Traffic on the way back was heavy, unusual at 10 o’clock on Sunday night on Highway 80 East. Burning Man was calling thousands of individuals and groups, who participate annually in this counter-cultural event.
Flower power vans laden with bicycles, tents, and chairs chugged along the roadway. Pickup trucks towing small trailers were burdened with every conceivable notion known to mankind to make the journey into the Black RockDesert of Nevada a bit more comfortable. My very favorite vehicle was a reconditioned UPS van, painted white and then painted with large peace signs, flowers of every color, and anti-establishment sayings.
Stopping to gas up, I gazed in awe at a relatively new Kenworth pulling a double flat trailer loaded with iron tent frames (the wind often blows away aluminum ones, so this is an excellent idea) ready to put on the ground and cover, bicycles, barbecues, coolers of various shapes and colors, folding aluminum tables, satellite dishes, small generators, lawn chairs,plastic barrels to hold and remove trash, and camping gear of many origins. The women with the group had incredibly beautiful outfits of the era, with sandals that would make Paris Hilton drool with envy. It was obvious that they had jumped into the idea of this event whole-heartedly, and were looking forward to a great celebration. I totally hope they understand Burning Man is a clothing optional event, and don’t feel that their efforts were in vain.
Many commendations to the drivers and organizers of many of the convoys. Driving safely, and caring that you and others reached the event healthy and prepared, is a good thing. It emphasizes the meaning of community, one which you will be part of for the next week.
Success in your journey, and welcome back.