Burning Man 2012 – Fertility 2.0

Burning Man 2012 – Fertility 2.0

Every year it’s the same. I go to Burning Man. I have a great time. I get home and tell myself “what a great party, but I don’t think I’ll go back next year”. Then, come January, I am waiting patiently in line for my tickets.

This year was different. I didn’t buy tickets. I didn’t daydream about costumes and dancing and desert sunrises. I had no intention and very little desire to make the effort to go. Then, right around June it hit me like a 20 ton glowstick. I had to go. Within the week with the help of my good friend Jacob I had contacted Chef, the leader of one of the largest food camps at Burning Man – “Sacred Cow”. We talked and discussed details and he was not only willing to bring me along for the festival, he also wanted me a week early to help set up. It was perfect.

An initial group of 9 all rode up together in a converted school bus that would, upon arrival to the desert, be transformed into an art car called “The Hajj” serving up music and drinks around the clock. The first week was exhausting and hard and one of the most fulfilling experiences I have ever had at Burning Man. I developed intimate bonds with my camp mates, I worked long hours and I fell in love with the desert all over again. Drew arrived pre-dawn on Monday, the first official day of Burning Man, and amazingly, in the dark, was able to find the camp along with me and the yurt that we shared with Jacob. He woke me up, kissed me, handed me a bottle of champagne and said “let’s go explore”. That morning we watched the sunrise from the temple and reminisced about our first meeting years ago at Burning Man. For the next week we danced and adventured alone and with friends at all hours of the day and night. It was close to perfect and for the first time I walked away thinking, “I can’t wait for next year”.

 

 

A big hug and thank you to Jacob for motivating my Burning Man experience and to Chef for making it happen.

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