Silver Burners–Night of Burning The Man

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It was a warm night filled with revelry, laughter, music, and dancing. The festivities on the night of the man burning was one gigantic party. The costumes and people watching were magical. One of my favorite sayings is “There is nothing prettier than young” and watching the outfits on the young ones who could slip easily into barely anything and make barely anything look fabulous was indeed fabulous.

Jim from Alabama picked us up in his art car and we motored out to the Playa, passing hundreds of lit art cars that we had not seen before and thousands of bikes decorated with LED wire, blinky lights and glow sticks. Teri and I seated ourselves next to Bob, a quadriplegic who had no problem wheeling himself around the city and Playa. We were his “dates” for the night and he had fashioned crowns of flowers with lights for our hair. Our art car found a perfect spot to view the burn, in between two disco cars filled with burners dancing to techno. Music filled the air and we took turns dancing on the desert before the fireworks began.

A wild-haired dancing middle-aged women, who was either tripping to the music or a substance, beckoned a partner to dance and I stepped up. Writhing madly, she tried to talk to me, but the music obliterated her conversation. My son-in-law Gage stepped up and began dancing with me and I was happy to have a grounded dance partner. I loved that he had been waiting for the perfect time to share a dance with me. He is a fabulous dancer!

Teri and I stepped up to a bar car behind us to sample whiskey with pickle juice chasers (Picklebacks) and one was not enough for her. Who knew pickles were a thing on the Playa? Supposedly, they are perfect for hydration! In addition to the water, the salts and electrolytes in pickles help.

There were many submissions for the design of the Man, but the one selected involved the Man cocooned by an ascending walkway. The theme this year was “Metamorphoses”, and designers Yelena Filipchuk and Sergio Beaulieu managed to capture the theme with their design lit from within, which threw light onto the Playa in beautiful patterns.

The fireworks began and they were magnificent! On the ground were lights everywhere, illuminating the crowd, and in the dark desert sky, the fireworks had no competition with real city lights. Brooke, Teri and I got up to dance with thousands of others and I felt like a teenager again.

I had ordered spinning LED strobe disco globes for my grandchildren this summer and grabbed two for myself. I had no clue what I was going to do with it until I began waving it like a traffic controller at an airport and realized burners actually thought I was directing them to go a certain way. It turned into “hippie fishing” of sorts. (Usually, hippie fishing involves tying glow sticks to a string, hoping someone will reach to pick it up, so you can reel it in.) Hundreds of party people rerouted their steps and my friends were helpless with laughter. Cheap thrills:)

The night ended early, but some of our art car riders were nowhere to be found, so Brooke, Gage, Teri and I hiked back to sector 4:45 Jove on our own. By the time we had walked all that way, our beds called our names and we answered the call.

Silver Burners–Bringing Our Friends and Family

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Aside from my beautiful daughters, Dawn and Brooke (and her husband Gage), whose presence were the most delightful bonus to my Burningman experience–traveling with my friend Teri added to the depth of the week. She was easy and fun, and at any moment of reflection or observation added wisdom to any situation. She was the best companion in terms of going with the flow and at the end of the week, we both laughed at her statement “you did not annoy me one bit”. We merged with ease into a camp whose main goal was to house people who were not partying all day and night, so we had a peaceful camp.

I personally tucked into my belongings many sentimental tokens, pieces of clothing, bits of ribbons and jewelry that friends had given me. My funny friend Margo’s necklace and a bracelet adorned my white outfit, and Claire’s woven ribbons graced my hair. (Claire was a graduate of fashion design from the School of Art Institute of Chicago). I wanted to have a little of her creations with me. Lydia’s crocheted ribbon necklace added color to my colorful bathing suit. My daughter-in-law Liz gave me an antique blue bead necklace. I hung a chain filled with my father’s Army dog tag, his jingle bell from his Santa slippers, my mother’s silver cross, my Ya-Ya’s Irish friendship charm, my husband’s initialed key chain, my Kilt pin, and the “Trust” engraved bracelet I gave my best friend Molly to wear as she endured years of chemo.

Around my neck, I wore the prayer beads I had assembled for the best friend of my life over eight years ago. They were beaded with meaning. In between the beads, I strung charms and tokens. My mother-in-law also wove a piece of her wedding headdress on the long colorful string, remembering Molly with fondness. Her children returned the beads after her passing and I wondered what would I do with them? The temple at Burningman seemed an appropriate place to bring them. I felt like I had taken Molly to Burningman with me and wondered if she enjoyed the experience as much as I had. Teri and I rode our bikes out to the temple at 8:00 but were too late to enter. They had closed it an hour before, readying it for the burn that night, but had emissaries to carry the messages to loved ones or items for the altar. I watched as a tall young man slowly and reverently carried the beads into the large wooden structure and lay them on the altar. I wept, saying goodbye to her all over again.

Teri brought her friend Tina with her. She knew there would be a time she would feel like it was right to scatter her ashes to the wind. We woke up at 4:45 one morning and rode the art car with others who gathered at the trash fence on the perimeter of the city. The sunrise was magnificent! I looked to my right at one point and Teri had wandered away by herself and quietly read her tribute and Tina left with the morning breeze under a layered sherbet sky. Tina and Teri, together again, but another goodbye.

The temple burn that night was magnificent. You could hear a pin drop. The structure reminded me of a giant Jenga game, but it is the soul of Burningman. It was created by Geordie Van Der Bosch and was named the “Temple of Direction, in the style of Japanese shrines. Lanterns decorated the interior and exterior spaces, but the walls were adorned inside and out with messages to loved ones, photos of family members and friends, and dresses and clothing. Thousands of burners sat on the ground and others were piled on art cars. Even the music stopped for the burning of the temple. Embers floated in huge pieces and hot ash filled the sky. We discovered later that there was a section that had to move because the embers were falling on them. I heard people crying out “I love you Mom” and some were weeping for their lost friends and family.

Silver Burners–Transportation

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If we had only walked the 7-square mile city of Burningman and not biked or rode the art car, we would have thrown out more than two pairs of boots. We hiked back from the Playa one night, under the stars, after hitching a ride on our friend’s art car. Walking meant you could actually make personal contact with the multitude of camps. One morning I got up early, opened up my parasol and took a walkabout around section 4:30, meeting my neighbors and grabbing hugs along the way. It was the perfect way to pass out my journals!

Having a bike was a necessity, but it also was a refreshing return to childhood. Teri was on a regular bike and I was on a three-wheeled tricycle. I had to relearn how to ride the darn thing! I hopped on and it kept turning right. I panicked, thinking to myself if I cannot master this, I am in big trouble. Brooke hopped on and did fine, but one of our campmates finally figured out why I was having such a tough time. (Aside from riding one-handed.) I was trying to balance and she instructed me to act like it was a car and just steer. It was all I needed to hear.

Our bikes were tricked out with lights, lanterns, and baskets. There are no rules of the road at Burningman. People are from all over the world and other countries drive on the left, while we drive on the right. In the desert bikes just pedaled wherever they wanted, so lights were essential at night to be seen. (They were also essential as a pedestrian if you did not want to be run over by an art car or bike.)

We had bike locks. Should we do keys or combination locks? We decided on combos, worrying we would lose the key. Gage took a large marker and wrote my 4-number combo on my right arm, in case I forgot. (Branded like a heifer:) Why do we need a bike lock, I asked, and was told that drunk or high peeps may think that your bike is their bike and just wander off with it, and how would you find your bike in a city of 80,000? 90% of unlocked bikes are stolen!

The desert roads in the city started out rock-hard, but as the city grew and traffic increased, the bike paths became rutted and tough to ride. Teri and I moaned as we jostled along the pothole paths, whining about saddle-sore butts and tough pedaling. (The tricycle was even tougher than the regular bike.) We finally caught on to the fact if we rode all the way to the right, it was easier to ride. Biking on the Playa was smoother still, but other areas that experienced more dust storms were like riding in talcum powder. (This was not a sand desert, but alkaline dust.) If you blew a tire or lost a chain, there were camps that repaired for free, but thankfully ours never failed us.

We loved the fact that our new friend with his art car liked hanging in “Camp Nailed-It” and enjoyed ferrying us out to the art installations. We enjoyed the sunrise, sunset and various parties as we motored out on his invention. It meant we could ride, view more art and people watch as we passed bikers and pedestrians. We met new friends, as they hopped aboard the musical vehicle and it was a nice spot to sit while we watched the burning of the Burningman and the temple burn Many of the art cars were works of whimsy or moving discotheques with techno blasting from their lit vehicles. Others were floating bars offering free shots of whiskey chased by pickle juice or alcoholic slushies.

We saw many abandoned bikes as we packed up to leave. Leave no trace is one of the ten Burningman principles and it shocked us to hear thousands and thousands of bikes are left behind. Instead of heading to a landfill, groups collect them, repair and refurbish and resell them back to burners the next year.

Silver Burners–Survival

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We were prepared for our days in the desert thanks to my daughters and son-in-law, all of whom had camped at Burningman for years. There were manuals on what to bring, what to wear, what to eat and drink. Teri and I read each article and watched each video with the interest of a student studying for their favorite class. Had we not had our kids’ expertise and skills, as well as their transport of all our camping needs, we could not have done this long distance. A merger camp needs wheels on the ground and they had them.

Brooke is known for her organization and cooking. We had some mighty fine soups, which she is known for, and even filet mignon one night! Many nights we joined food forces with our campmates and had some great quesadillas and breakfast burritos. Energy bars and (my first ever) Ensure were there to fill in the nutrition gaps. The best thing going was Clif Bloks, which provided electrolytes and quick energy.

We picked up our camelbacks in Reno with our tickets, couriered by Brooke and Gage as they drove through on their way to Burningman. They handed it off to my friend, who ran the reunion I was attending the week before. Those camelbacks were on our backs the entire time. The bladders were filled with water/Gatorade and we sipped constantly. Inside the pouches, we carried a headlamp, energy bars, masks, scarf, I.D., goggles, Kleenex, etc. We packed like we would be gone all day when we ventured out on our bikes, unsure of dust storms stranding us somewhere isolated.

My friend had a tough time staying hydrated and when she told me she had had enough to drink, I would tell her to drink more. I am one of those thirsty people who have a drink in my hands at all times, so I never had the problem of hydration. We never felt hungry because it was so hot and had to force ourselves to eat.

We had plenty of dust, but only experienced one white-out while we were out biking. We drank dust, ate dust, showered in dust and slept in the dust. It was tough to keep dust out of our shift-pod and for two OCD cleaners, we never managed to stay ahead of the cleaning game and finally gave up. Our bedding was covered with a shower liner to minimize the dust, but dust seeped into every tent zipper and opening unless we closed it up.

The heat was unbearable inside the tent unless it was nighttime. Gage rigged up an AC unit, but it failed, so he fixed a swamp cooler with a bucket, fan, and wrappings. It was only used a few times, due to the fact we were happier hanging in the shade structure with our campmates than laying in our shift-pod.

My left wrist, still in a brace and bandaged from surgery, ached the entire time. I could not grasp, grip, clench, open, zip or handle a thing with my left hand. Teri was my suitcase lugger, package opener and personal dresser for items unreachable. She was my personal valet and I joked it was why I brought her, but I appreciated all the help I received from my campmates. My three wheeled-bike with a large milk crate attached was a lifesaver. (Borrowed from one of my daughter’s friends and brought in on his camper for me.)

I did apply for a handicap permit for my trip, which allowed me to apply at the DMV (Department of Mutant Vehicles) at Burningman for a handicap flag which was installed on one of the camper’s cars. I was finally good for something on ice runs an art car gas fillings for our friend Jim. Teri and I loved getting in that car with air conditioning! Our job as ice-fetchers was a cool one—we would hug on those bags of ice like they were our best friends, both in the car and on our bike!

We made sure we got plenty of sleep. We never knew what time it was, since all of us had tucked our cellphones away. It was probably better that we did not know the time, but we went to bed when we were tired and slept long and hard. It was cool at night, which made sleeping great, and our single air mattresses were comfy with layers of sheets, quilts, and fuzzy blankets. (Only one night was cold enough for me to sleep in long johns with a fuzzy vest and all three layers of bedding.)

Thanks to our campmates, we were able to merge seamlessly into their camp. They did all the heavy lifting and their trucks brought in all the food, tents, structures, camp stoves, water and carried all of it back out, including the trash. We hopped on a plane and a Burner Bus and settled into a settled settlement with ease and for that, we are and will always be grateful.

Silver Burners–Wardrobe/Costumes

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I could not wait to wear the outfits that I had assembled with the help of my costume-sewing girlfriend Teri. Both of us had discussed what we were packing for six months and had met up to stitch together all the bits and pieces. We packed warm weather clothes for daytime and cool weather clothes for nighttime. We bought our boots and socks; scarves and wraps; goggles and glasses; hats and headwear; jewelry and accessories. Guess what? WE DID NOT GET TO WEAR ONE COSTUME WE MADE! There will be no photos of us in costumes because it was too damn hot at night to wear them!

One warm night I slid into my butterfly costume, created with wings attached to the bodice of an old dress. My friend Stephanie created the most amazing milkweed pod and paper mâché monarch butterfly necklace. I had a headdress of blue butterflies lit with tiny LED lights. I had lost 12 lbs. since it was created for me. I could not get it on. Teri and I finally realized we had been hydrated with so much Gatorade and energy cubes with sodium that we were bloated! Screw that. I was like a teenager. I went for the sea creature outfit with shiny lurex fish-scale leggings and a long-sleeved blouse with fins, complete with seashells and blue glass beads wired together for my headdress. I just about fainted from the sweat just getting my ass into those slinky pants. Off they came. I finally ended up in a sleeveless top and mesh pants that breathed, so I could breathe.

My steam-punk outfit will be there for Halloween. A black skirt held up in folds with brass hoops, a black velvet jacket with loops of red ribbon crisscrossing my back and black and white striped long socks with my black buckle boots would be topped off with a punky assemblage of jewelry. (Black and red leather bird on a chain and a handmade safety pin necklace.) I also had a perky little black netted fascinator hat and a black brace on my left arm from my broken wrist which was to be decorated with steampunk charms. Packed away.

Our fur coats were in a huge bin, but only two of them were used. I had the floor-length coat from Haight-Ashbury that never got used. Teri wore her pink fur and I wore my fuzzy cape, but others lay sadly in their bin safely away from Playa dust. Girlfriend and I would have loved loved loved cooler weather, as we are always hot even when others are not, but it was not to be.

 

We headed out on the art car one night for the burning of the man and were happy to be comfortable on a cool night with our coat and cape, but saw younger people wrapped in fur with very little underneath. They were not in the throes of personal summers due to their age, but I am quite sure some were hot and stripped down once the man was set on fire. (Had I had mascara on, the heat would have melted it.) The fashionistas of both sexes brought their faux furs and probably decided they would rather suffer with their coats and vests on rather than having an incomplete look. You go, girls and guys, while I fan myself.

Silver Burners–Shenanigans

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I met the head of the orgy dome waiting for my Burner Bus. She invited me to come for a visit and I mutely nodded my head as I tried to picture myself in that environment. I knew there would be a little of something for everyone at Burningman, as I had studied hours of videos and read plenty of articles on the alternate lifestyles that would be represented. I suspended any form of judgment for lifestyles that were not of my own choosing and embraced the love and friendliness of this happening. Everyone I met gave out hugs like candy and it was so refreshingly spontaneous.

Our camp had one adult game, which only received a minimal amount of attention. I think our campmates wilted under the noonday sun and did not advertise to passersby as much as they desired their rest in the shade structure. The “Office Space” game was a hit, which was based on the movie by the same name. Flair buttons were passed around, a baseball bat was handy to beat the copy machine to smithereens and adult beverages were passed out as people described why they loved the movie, hated their jobs or loved the mat out front with the “Jump to conclusions” game.

I am quite sure my second-born daughter wanted to be there with me to make sure I played safe and did not do anything silly. Trust me, my desire for being in the moment at this event included no drugs and no drinking anything that I was unsure of, as in the days of my motherly admonishments to my own four offspring. I had plenty of opportunities, but also witnessed the aftereffects of some who had bad trips and over-excessive drinking. Not for me. One barefoot hippie wandered through our camp and asked if I wanted LSD and I said, “I have the best thing going right here in this cup with some great boxed Chardonnay.” (I”m pretty sure he was undercover.)

We did have some fun and games out there. While riding around in the blazing sun on our bikes, we took advantage of every person with a sprayer in their hands and received many “knee-gasms”, which included sprays behind the knees. Individuals would bark outside their campsites, especially on the marvelous Esplanade, to come in for massages, essential oils, or doctoring. Teri and I finally succumbed to Dr. Playa, where we received a cat scan (fluffy stuffed animal patted all over our bodies), a dognastic test, eye chart reading between our legs, ear, and nose cleaning for dust and finally and injection. (vodka-infused with wonderful flavors). We laughed for hours.

In the 4:30 sector, we were invited to a Gay Party. One daughter came with us and we had a ball filling out a questionnaire to determine what persuasion we were, before getting our “gay card”. The party was in full swing and we missed the genital imprinting on aprons. (Oh, dear me!) What we did not miss was the fun and conversation with two friends who invited us for a lovely cold pear margarita laced with laughter. Their large camp contained many vintage airstream trailers with outdoor spaces of gauzy curtains and shades. I was informed at the end of our stay that I was really a gay man in a woman’s body due to my wit.

Another local party, across from our camp, had great music set to a light creation that hung from a dome-shaped tent. Resplendent with curtains, large pillows, and cushy seating, we all sat mesmerized with the lights as we met new people. It was cooler in the evenings and nice that we could just walk a few feet to our tents and crash when we wanted to leave.

We meet people from all over the world, many who were there for the first time. Half of the people I met had been there multiple times. Their stories were wonderful. How they came to Burningman or why they decided to do this for the first time or why they continued to come. My project included sending four moleskin journals out with the question, “What Brings You To Burningman?” and I hope they end up back in my possession for a future story. Besides the art installations, I came to be energized by meeting new people.