3 Days to Burning Man
Burning Man 1998. Year two of Fray Camp. We had 17 campers who I felt responsible for. I spent the whole time playing mom. In the end, I had an awful time, and it was all my fault.
Best moment by far was the sock puppets. We brought an assortment of old socks, some glue, pipe cleaners, and googley eyes. One afternoon we just sat down and made puppets. That part was planned.
What we didn’t plan on was, as soon as you have a dozen people with sock puppets on their hands, everyone starts talking in squeaky voices and going nuts. We became the Sock Liberation Front and ran around the playa demanding that people liberate their socks. People took off their socks and threw them at us. At one point, I think we even stormed a radio station.