Driving from Reno after a flight west and supplies run, the car filled with equipment and what had been strangers just hours before finally arrive at the gate. Dust kicked up by cars driving across the dry lake bed swirled through the open window as our tickets were scanned. Driving forward to the Greeters where the packed car of travelers would be given the official welcome to Burning Man.
It was my first year. I had read everything on the website, gotten sage advice from friends who had been before, but while the open playa before me was filled with expectation it was empty of actual knowing what would happen in the coming week.
We got out of the car facing the costumed Greeters at our station. We received the WhatWhereWhen Guide, a map, and a brief orientation of where to head. One S&M leather clad Greeter asked if we had any virgins and I raised my hand. I was invited to lay down on the playa to make a dust angel. My travel companions, both returning burners, looked on with eyes glittering as they encouraged me to lay down on the ground. Continue reading “Dust angel”