Huge banks of porta potties where set up all over the city. This is what almost everyone used the entire week. By week's end it was beyond disgusting. They were supposed to be attended to, but somehow I feel that was not happening.
This was one of our last views as we departed Black Rock City on Sunday afternoon. We had intended to stay that night for the burning of the Temple, but we were both ambiguous about it, by this point. The playa was drying out and the dust was again starting to kick up quite a bit. It was getting hot. We decided to pack up and head out.
As I left, I had the feeling that while it was a great experience - a thrilling adventure - I thought maybe at age 70, I had experienced plenty of Burning Man and I was thinking I would likely not return another year.
The line to get out to the highway - to the 2 lane road - was about 3 hours wait. It was a hot dusty wait. We drove to Rye Patch State Recreation area, where I had reserved a camping spot. We got there about 9 PM. We were able to shower for the first time in a week. We disposed of our trash and dumped the black and gray tanks. And slept.
The next morning, I woke up with a fully formed idea for a textile art installation that I could bring to the next Burning Man. The complete vision came to me in a dream. I told Elizabeth and talked about it all the way home. 1000 miles.
And we are home now. I am still thinking about it and am trying to figure out if I really can do it.
Stay tuned!








































