Three weeks from today, I’ll be driving down to Black Rock City in northwest Nevada. Actually, for 51 weeks of the year, it’s not even a real city. But for those seven days, it becomes the 4th largest city in the state. Burning Man, at its essence, is an arts/culture/music festival in the desert with an emphasis on extreme creative self-expression and self-reliance.
This weekend, our camp (total: ten other friends) began construction on our three-story tower. As sore and tired as I am right now, it felt so good to be creating something physical with my hands because, for the most part, I work digitally in a cubicle. I loved the fresh air, the dusty smell of the barn, and even the splinters in my hands. Here are the fruits of our two-day blitz build.