Wow.  That’s the best I can say to describe the previous week.  Farrah and I loaded up the van for a week in the barren wasteland outside of Gerlach, Nevada.  They call it the Playa because it is flat, dry desert for miles and miles.  Most of the year there is absolutely nothing there.  Just sun, wind and dust.  Of course we were going there to visit a city that springs up for  a week once a year and then disappears again shortly after.  Black Rock City is the home to the Burning Man festival.  I’m sure most of you have heard about Burning Man and many of you may have preconceived notions about what it is.  I did.  In reality Burning Man is a giant art, music and sharing festival. It’s a currency free nomadic city where people come to share creativity, food, healing, laughs, smiles, hugs and just about anything else positive that can be thought of.  The only currency is participation and sharing.  You can stop by a neighboring camp and have french toast and mimosas or tea with complete strangers at no cost.  Take a yoga class.  Shamanic healing or Jiu Jitsu anyone? It’s all there.  The only limitation is yourself and your ability to open up and participate.  One of the most notable things are the huge art installations that people work on all year and then haul them into the desert for everyone to enjoy.  They are everywhere and they take the form of sculpture, painting, buildings and vehicles.   Farrah and I had a great time.

Some random photos of the week.  The quality isn’t that great because I didn’t want to get my nice camera out in the ever present dust storms.   I used my beat up old point and shoot instead.  These pictures also just represent a scratch on the surface of what was there.

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