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.

Trancemission 15

Trancemission 15

After going through the pros and cons a hundred times, Drew and I decided that I should meet him in Vancouver, Canada for the weekend. He was going to be playing electronic music at “Trancemission”, an outdoor festival north of Vancouver and since I had never seen him play and many of our friends would be there, it seemed worth the trip – AND IT WAS!

Cabo San Lucas

Cabo San Lucas

A much needed break from the boatyard.

My beautiful and amazing cousin Stacee was coming to Cabo San Lucas to attend a wedding and nothing was going to keep me from seeing her.

I left the boatyard at dawn to catch the first shuttle that would take me to the bus station in La Paz. I had it perfectly timed until I had to run back to the boat for my forgotten wallet. By the time I reached the road I knew that if I didn’t do something, I wasn’t going to catch the shuttle on time. Years ago, hitchhiking was second nature to me. I was a kid and had very few fears of the unknown. I hitchhiked to get places. I hitchhiked to meet people. I hitchhiked for fun. It was just something I did. Now that I have a bit more life under my belt I tend to shy away from activities that will put me in enclosed spaces with strangers where I have no control over the speed, direction or character of the experience. For whatever reason, after a decade of not hitchhiking, walking along a road in Mexico, I stuck my thumb out and hoped for the best – and that’s exactly what I got. Within 60 seconds a truck pulled up, asked me in Spanish where I was going and we were off. Ten minutes later we arrived at the bus station in La Paz and I was boarding my bus to Cabo and to my lovely friend.

For the next two days we lounged in luxury at a beautiful resort outside of the city. We swam and ate and drank mojitos by the pool. It was a glorious contrast to the previous month in the boatyard, and I loved it. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend away and Stacee was the perfect partner to spend it with. It was therapeutic in all the right ways.

The road home was a bit trickier. The bus broke down outside of La Paz and rather than wait for a new bus to come pick us up, the passengers were instructed to make our way home on the local buses. Although I am practicing everyday, my Spanish is poor at best. Navigating my way into and through La Paz on the local buses was not something I was prepared for. Truth be told, I would have rather walked if I thought I would get there before dark. I just ended up getting on the first bus that came and hoped that I would see something familiar. Luckily I did. I got off the bus near the grocery store and headed towards downtown where I could catch the shuttle to the boatyard. After finding my way this far by myself, I was feeling exceptionally capable and independent. About three blocks later a car pulled up next to me. I looked over with a big smile, ready to say hello, thinking it was just someone stopping to ask directions. It’s a strange thing how quickly our brains can comprehend a bad situation. Before I even got the word “hola” out of my mouth, my brain screamed “he has his penis out in his hand, you should probably go now”. So I turned away and continued walking, a little stunned, and a lot scared. The car followed me for about 6 more blocks until I finally reached a main street and he could no longer stay behind me without creating a scene. I grabbed the first cab that I saw and took it straight back to the boatyard. I’m still a little shaken whenever I have to walk alone, but I think it was a good lesson for me about safety.

Now, I’m back at the boatyard and back to work but I feel rejuvenated and inspired to get this ship back in order.

My Stacee wandering with the sand

Roadtrip to Arizona

Roadtrip to Arizona – Lots of driving plus Bearizona, the Grand Canyon, the Painted Desert, the Petrified Forest, Slab City, and Salvation Mountain.

Tijuana

Quick trip