Burning Man 2012
We were traveling in stealth mode this year. The only clue that we were burners was the fuzzy bike with three handlebars.
We watched the sun rise as we waited in line on the way in. This was the first of three I saw during the burn, just missed two others by 10 minutes.
Almost exactly an hour to get to the gate. Then another 45 minutes to get to the greeters because of an incident. Our traveling partners saw the incident, a young couple by their car with all their belongings spread out on the playa being searched by the law. We were not even inside and there was a large law enforcement presence.
We were the first in, other tribe members arrived several hours later after we were all set up. We don’t have an official camp name, but in the past have been know as Stop, Drop & Roll and Beyond Hope.
I had not seen our newest tribe member Simon in years and when he arrived he was in playa attire. This year our tribe ages were from 14-62.
Once again we had a group of 20 somethings set up camp near us, they were very organized.
The third group of our tribe arrived later and set up camp in the heat of the day. There was some wind so they took an hour break and finished up after the wind died down.
We brought a wagon to haul our stuff. This made up popular with our neighbors later in the week.
Our next door neighbors were an international crew. They had some members showing up on Friday so they set up a dozen flags to make their camp easier to find.
Simon is working and George is reading the guide planning his burn.
Our neighbor Peter setting up his teepee.
Each burn is different. For the most part the playa conditions were great for bike riding, burt the roads turned to a fine dust like talcum powder. This made for difficult bike riding and lots of dust. Here you can see a burner welcoming home all the new arrivals.
We camp in the walk in area near the airport 88NV.
Out where we camp there are great views and it is easy to forget you are in a city of 60,000.
Each year my first look at the city is at dusk after camp is set up. The first thing I saw was The Pier from last year with the addition of a wrecked ship that shot fireballs at night.
First look at the man. Rumor was that the base was designed to look like a bee hive to go with the Fertility 2.0 theme.
Looking our at the city from inside the man. Not sure if that was a laser or a searchlight.
First look inside the Temple. Had been up for 20 hours and it was time to get some sleep. The week would end up being an exercise in sleep deprivation as usual.
Out early the next morning to see the art before the heat of the day. Reno Star Cosmic Thistle by Mark Szulgit became my landmark to find my way home each day.
The EGO Project by Laura Kimpton and Michael Garlington
There was a lot more regional art this year. These pieces were from regional burn events and would be burned Thursday night.
Starlight by Erich Remash, Jeremy Berglund, Don Peterson & Chad Ingle
This year our gift was home made lip balm. Our plan was to give them out early so they could be used all week. Here is one around the neck of a lucky burner.
Markus testing out the rigging of the shipwreck at the end of the Pier.
Random art we saw in town on our way back to camp.
Each year I shoot less and less, when I leave the camera behind I end up participating more. So there is a pretty big gap here, nearly a whole day is missing.
Compound I by Kirsten Berg
ReinCOWnation by Houston CORE
The plan was to torch Burn Wall Street on Friday, but a dust storm gave Bank UnAmerica, Goldman Sucks and the rest of the market another day on the playa.
The Toilet Bowl, a working bowling alley on the Playa. This was a strike.
More regional art. The wheels moved like a hamster wheel so I had to climb in and give it a spin.
While on this cool tree regional art piece I kept seeing naked people ride by.
We saw this Calendar art work on Saturday at the Eugene Celebration parade and then a couple days later on the playa.
More regional art and lots of naked people gathering around the man for The naked pub crawl which was why I had seen so many naked riders that morning.
opalEssence the Idaho CORE project
The Breaking Wave made from donated drift lumber to raise awareness for ocean pollution.
The giant smoke rings were back this year. Still have not managed to find the machine that makes them.
Thunderdome hours before the fun begins. One of our tribe members fought there and won.
One of our favorite bars Hair Of The Dog. They are a full bar so I ordered a rum and coke. Sadly they told us they had no mixers yet so I had to force down a rum on the rocks. It was estimated that 40% of the burners this year were first timers, know as virgins. Because of this mixer donations to the bar were nearly nonexistent. We brought them some of our extras the next morning.
You could go in the middle and the gas jets would dance around you.
Sunrise number two was on Thursday morning on our way to Earth Guardians. This was my first year of volunteering. We spent a half day outside Burning Man guarding the hot springs at the edge of the playa. We were fulfilling part of the agreement that Burning Man has with the BLM.
Saw this art while waiting for our ride to the springs.
I am not sure why anyone would want to go in our hot spring because it was nearly boiling hot. Rumor had it that a dog had fallen in and the owner went in to save it and both perished.
The only plant life I have ever seen at a burn, had to get a photo.
There was a very small shade structure for us. We had to bring a gallon on water each and were glad that we did. There was an incident at the burn where a 15-year-old went missing. The Burn was locked down and our ride had to argue for nearly an hour to come out to pick us up. He finally got their attention when he said we only had enough water to last until noon and with the delay they would arrive around 1:00.
Dead reckoning across the playa back to Black Rock City.
Most of the art at the regional burn was gone in 20 minutes.
Except the lighthouse which burned for hours and hours.
Some of the random art inside the man.
The outside of the temple.
There was just myself and an older lady at Alien Nativity by LoveExpansion. She rode up and exclaimed “Now I have my Christmas card for this year”.
After seeing the very tip of Black Rock City on the van ride back from the springs I wanted to see it from the inside. While I was making a photo of the sign a pair of young women rode up and one sarcastically commented that this was a really good photo opportunity. Her friend then gave me a cold orange. Insulted and then gifted, the playa can be a strange place.
This is a panorama made near point 3. Click on it to see it larger and again to see it full size.
White day at camp, of course I didn’t get the memo.
We had a couple good dust storms this year. This is the start of the 12 hour storm that started on Friday and ended Saturday morning.
At Barbie Death Camp I met these two guys with a bad photoshop of a friend who could not attend this year.
Shhh, we have the best bathrooms out where we camp. They are the least used and therefore the cleanest. It is about a half mile ride from our camp and the playa was so soft out there that a bathroom run was work. If you look closely you can see two airplanes inbound to 88NV.
Post Porta Potty Playa Pondering.
Our neighbors were an international crew.
Two members of our tribe had had their fill of the playa so we began packing up on Saturday and planned to leave early on Sunday morning.
It takes talent to pack up camp while wearing skates.
We howled at the moon before the man burned on Saturday night.
On our way out we had the cheerleaders in Alturas, California wash the van. Somehow that made us feel cleaner.
Hope to see ya on the playa next year.