5 Days to Burning Man
My first Burning Man was 1996. I had no idea what I was getting into. But I stuffed a girlfriend (who did not want to go) and a friend (who did) into a car, bought some water and a stove, and drove off into the desert. We camped with friends in the Spiral Oasis. We witnessed guns and explosions and art and a wedding. We saw the man burn.
It’s difficult to explain what that First Time is like to someone who’s never been, but everyone who has understands. Have you ever taken a trip that lasted long enough, and was dramatically different enough, that you completely forgot where you came from? It’s like that. Except Burning Man isn’t the trip. The rest of your life is the trip. Burning Man is coming home.