In which we visited Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park lies about an hour east of Ely, NV. I wasn’t sure exactly what this basin was before we found the visitor’s center, but it now know it describes the depression between the Sierra Nevada and Wastach mountains (amongst other geographical things) and looks like this (thanks Wikipedia!):

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(and thanks Great Basin visitor’s center!). This national park not only preserves important landmarks, it also celebrates the unique culture of this desolately beautiful place.

If anyone wonders how we get photos of the two of us - I have a remote for my Nikon D3300. Sometimes it works great. Sometimes you get silly outtakes like this one.

If anyone wonders how we get photos of the two of us – I have a remote for my Nikon D3300. Sometimes it works great. Sometimes you get silly outtakes like this one.

Never mind the previous outtake. This is the real sign at the entrance to the park.

National Park #3! Never mind the previous outtake – that was the visitor’s center. This is the real sign at the entrance to the park. Wheeler Peak is in the background.

I wasn’t planning on hiking in this park, but the main thing I came to see required a short, out-and-back jaunt.

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Bristlecone pines are the longest living non-clonal organisms on Earth and this park is home to several rare groves of them. They can live up to 5,000 years!! You have to specify non-clonal because there is a group of quaking aspens in Utah that is believed to be over 80,000 years old – though the individual trees are only 130 years or so.

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Even when they die, the trees are so hardy that they can last another 1,000 years in the same spot without rotting.

Hiking up to the grove - we wore plenty of sunscreen since the sun was out and we were above 10,000 feet!

Hiking up to the grove – we wore plenty of sunscreen since the sun was out and we were above 10,000 feet!

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At 1.6 miles past the trailhead there was a lovely exhibit teaching you about different trees in the grove.

At 1.6 miles past the trailhead there was a lovely exhibit teaching you about different trees in the grove.

Many had great informative plaques like this one. Hard to believe that some of these trees are contemporaries of the pyramids of Egypt.

Many had great informative plaques like this one. Hard to believe that some of these trees are contemporaries of the pyramids of Egypt.

Jeff pointing out the living part of this tree.

Jeff pointing out the living part of this tree.

View of Wheeler peak from the grove.

View of Wheeler peak (highest summit in the Snake Range: 13,065 ft) from the grove.

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I know they look dead – but I promise they are not. Many had green needles sprouting from their branches that just get lost in these photos.

Beautiful, smooth bark

Beautiful patterns in the smooth bark

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Thankful that someone will indulge my not-so-inner biology nerd.

On the way down we made a small detour to Teresa Lake (in honor of you, Aunt T!):

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Beautiful little alpine lake.

Beautiful little alpine lake.

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It was an unplanned, but lovely 3.2 mile hike. I would definitely love to come back and do more glacier hikes and explore the Lehman Caves. After this we headed down Wheeler Peak, on to Utah:

View of Wheeler Peak

View of Wheeler Peak

State #5!

State #5!

This stretch of road began a long series of beautiful views. I'm convinced there isn't a bad site in Utah.

This stretch of road began a long series of beautiful views. I’m convinced there isn’t a bad site in Utah.

Great Salt Flat in the distance

Great Salt Flat in the distance – you can follow this all the way to the Great Salt Lake

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More Utah through the front windshield

Look at the scenery behind Jeff - it's just breathtaking.

Look at the scenery behind Jeff – it’s just breathtaking.

Better view of that exact spot. This road trip is mostly about seeing national parks, but it has the lovely residual side effect of taking us through some of the prettiest, most unique places in the US.

Better view of that exact spot. This road trip is mostly about seeing national parks, but it has the lovely residual side effect of taking us through some of the prettiest, most remote places in the US.

Our first glimpse of Rim Rock, right outside Capitol Reef National Park and our home for the night.

Our first glimpse of Rim Rock, right outside Capitol Reef National Park and our home for the night.

It looks like we're driving into a painting. Just amazing!

It looks like we’re driving into a painting. Just amazing!

I wasn’t sure what Capitol Reef was going to be like and with this preview I can’t wait to see it tomorrow. We’re settled in for the night in Torrey with Mexican food in our bellies and wi-fi for our devices.

301 miles

Short driving day: 301 miles

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In which we visited Lassen and drove the loneliest highway in America

Remember when I signed off the last post about it being a good night? Bad news: we discovered while rummaging for some lost contact solution (turns out we left it in the hotel in Crescent City) that our boat battery had tipped and spilled all over the back of the Jeep. Good news: baking soda neutralizes the sulfuric acid. Bad news: everything closes after 9pm in Chester, CA so we couldn’t do anything. Good news: The grocery store opens early for the fishermen. We spent the morning scrubbing and neutralizing what we could.

Here’s hoping that the bottom of the Jeep doesn’t fall out anytime soon! Also figured out I’ve developed shingles (am I 80??) – but that is a story for another day. First – on to Lassen!

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National park #2

Lassen Volcanic National Park is like Glacier and Yellowstone had a baby. The peaks reach the sky, but the area is bubbling with geothermal activity. It’s the southern most part of the Cascade Range and its Volcano, Lassen Peak, last erupted 100 years ago. Give that our time was short, we chose to do the Bumpass Hell trail, one because of the name and two, because it gave great views of Lassen’s mountains and showed off the beauty of the Tehama caldera. It’s funny moniker comes from serious incident. Kendall Vanhook Bumpass, a local miner who was exploring the area, broke through the thin mud crust and scalded his leg badly resulting in its eventual amputation. Yikes. thumb_DSC_0695_1024 thumb_DSC_0666_1024

These beautiful purple wildflowers were in bloom along the trail.

These beautiful purple wildflowers were in bloom along the trail.

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I love the color the sulpher, thermophilic algae makes the water.

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Good reason to use the boardwalks (also a federal law).

Good reason to use the boardwalks.

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About 16 acres of hot springs, fumaroles (steam vents) and boiling mud pots

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Beautiful mud and algae above the boiling mud pots. Pictures don’t quite do it justice.

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Our hike didn’t take as long as planned, so we drove around a bit more of the park to take in the scenery:

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View of Brokeoff Mountain

In front of Lassen Peak

In front of Lassen Peak

View to the Cascades beyond

View to the Cascades beyond – this reminds me of the Appalachians outside Asheville.

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The is the highest point on the highest road in the Cascades

We had a long drive before us, so we headed out. I would definitely come back to Lassen again (and hike the Cinder Cone and Lassen Peak!). On the road again:

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Somewhere in California

Crossed the border and drove through Reno - it made me miss all the Burners who would fly in through here to go to Burning Man soon. Our route took us no where near the Black Rock Desert, which was probably for the best. It would make me miss it too much.

Crossed the border and drove through Reno – it made me miss all the Burners who would fly in through here to go to Burning Man soon. Our route took us no where near the Black Rock Desert, which was probably for the best. It would make me miss it too much.

Once through Reno we started driving on Nevada Highway 50. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was named “The Loneliest Road in America” by Life magazine in 1986. I get why: we crossed long stretches of desert valleys punctuated by desolate mountain ranges with little to no sign of civilization for close to sever hours. It was long and hot and I’m very thankful we had a car to do it in (despite its lack of air conditioning) because this is the route the Pony Express took and I can only imagine how hard it was for them.

Beautiful, but lonely.

Beautiful, but lonely.

Desert valley stretch. Note all the bugs we've accumulated.

Desert valley stretch. Note all the bugs we’ve accumulated.

Eventually we pulled into Ely, NV, the biggest settlement we’d seen since leaving Reno. It’s a little modern segment of the Wild West: advertisements for roping lessons, casino-hotels galore with stuffed rattlesnakes decorating the lobby, steakhouses and blackjack dealers smoking cigarettes they bought out of a vending machine.

Downtown Ely, NV

Downtown Ely, NV

We stayed in a hotel-casino that was built on the site of the old jail – so naturally it was called the Jailhouse:

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497 miles

497 miles

Long day, but we survived and we’re getting there – on to Great Basin next!

In which we Burned the Man (again)

Wow – how long has it been since I’ve updated this thing? Between hunting for jobs, finishing up the last remaining residency requirements, conference season and successfully defending my thesis (yay!), I’ve been a bit busy. Here’s the beginning of an attempt to catch up!

Jeff and I were so fortunate to go to Burning Man again in 2014. I’m not sure what 2015 hold for us, so our plans to return to Black Rock City may have to take a small hiatus, but we’ll see. Our camp, Camp No Plan, named for the fact that we were taking only one virgin with us and none of us had adequate time or resources to plan something elaborate, was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for better companions. It was an amazing time, as I suspect it always is.

Our car - as clean as we'll be for the next week at some rest stop in Oregon

Our car – as clean as we’ll be for the next week at some rest stop in Oregon

To begin with – the drive down from Washington, through remote parts of Oregon and across the tip of Northern California into the Nevada desert is absolutely breathtaking. Jeff, Anna, Alyssa our virgin, and I left out Saturday mid-morning with the trailer and made it all the way to Klamath Falls, OR the first day.

We had spectacular views of Mount Hood outside Portland

We had spectacular views of Mount Hood outside Portland

We drove down through Bend in what I can only describe as desolate volcano country. It's eerily empty and beautiful.

We drove down through Bend in what I can only describe as desolate volcano country. It’s eerily empty and beautiful.

After a night in Klammath and the annual trip to the Fred Meyer to stock up on last minute supplies, we decided to try to a night approach to the line. That meant leaving Klammath in late afternoon so we hit the line entering Gerlach just perfectly at sunset. Our dear Jeep is running strong, but no one wants to sit in a hot, dusty line in the blazing heat without any air conditioning. This also mean we had fantastic “golden hour” shots of some of my favorite landscapes along the way:

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This is what the drive looks like from the backseat from Anna’s camera

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Always good to take a look back and make sure the trailer is still attached..

We hit the line around sunset and made it almost to the gate at around midnight. It ended up that we were three cars behind the gate when the fireworks began to celebrate the official opening of the event – so close! After we made it through, we found some of our friends camped in a great spot (9 o’clock and E) who offered us space. We had to decide at that point if we were going to set up camp in the dark or go out exploring – exploring won the day.

I got to hold this 30 seconds after our group making that decision:

A giant ballon string filled with tiny LED lights. Photo by David Hays from here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/dav1d/4979419103/

A giant ballon string filled with tiny LED lights. Photo by David Hays from here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/dav1d/4979419103/

Slightly terrifying – it’s all your childhood nightmares of letting go of a balloon multiplied by 1000 – but it’s tethered to a harness, so the chances of that happening are slim.

The other half of our group had planned to come the following day, so we went in search of some of our other friends but couldn’t find their camp. We have a tradition of meeting at the far side of the Temple at sunrise in the mornings as as the sky began to lighten we gave up our search and headed there. The playa was unusually quiet, but we chalked that up to it being still early on the first day. Unknown to us the gate had been closed because of rain which turned the gigantic prehistoric lake bed into an oozing sticky clay. We hardly saw anyone as we approached the Temple, but as we rounded to the other side we saw a small group of people standing under a “Finish Line” art piece/sign. Our friends! Some of whom we hadn’t seen since last year!

Finish Line art installation at sunrise

Finish Line art installation at sunrise. Photo credit: Alex Cahn

Our friends! Photo credit: Alex Cahn

Our friends! I’m in the leopard coat and neon green backpack. 
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Catching up with old friends and drinking champagne - just like how all mornings should start.

Catching up with old friends and drinking champagne – just like how all mornings should start.

We all went to Robot Heart afterwards and got to dance to the smallest gathering there all week - it was great! Like having the best party place all to yourself. I also got to drink bloody marys with the owner which was awesome.

We all went to Robot Heart afterwards and got to dance to the smallest gathering there all week – it was great! Like having the best party place all to yourself. I also got to drink bloody marys with the owner which was awesome.

For comparison, this is what Robot Heart normally looks like at sunrise:

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Crowded, fun, chaos with great beats

After being up for 36 hours Jeff and I somehow managed to make it back across the playa in a rain storm, put up our yurt and crawl inside to sleep. Typical Burning Man. The other half of our camp managed to get in early Tuesday morning after being hampered by closed gates and rain.

Random pictures of excursions into the playa:

Biking down the 9 o'clock street

Biking down the 9 o’clock street

Climbing brightly lit plexiglass sculptures.

Climbing brightly lit plexiglass sculptures.

Watching the sunrise in front of a laser-cut wooden gorgeous Temple

Watching the sunrise in front of a laser-cut wooden gorgeous Temple

Hanging out with friends in a huge net-hammock seat.

Hanging out with friends in a huge net-hammock seat.

Comparing beard lengths

Comparing beard lengths

Dressing as Jeff with a beard - he was only slightly amused. I didn't keep it on for long because it was too hot!

Dressing as Jeff with a beard – he was only slightly amused. I didn’t keep it on for long because it was too hot!

Beard reprisal.

Beard reprisal.

Beard buddies

Beard buddies

Night adventures

Night adventures

Giant crocodile art installation

Giant crocodile art installation

Biking down a path towards the temple

Biking down a path towards the temple

Open playa

The Man - the tallest one they've ever built

The Man – the tallest one they’ve ever built

It was hard to get him into my lens

It was hard to get him into my lens

Surrounded by souks in the spirit of the Caravansary theme.

Surrounded by souks in the spirit of the Caravansary theme.

The Canadians filled their souk with useful items for rent.

The Canadians filled their souk with useful items for rent.

Meeting in front of the temple to drink champagne and watch the sunrise

Meeting in front of the temple to drink champagne and watch the sunrise

The Embrace sculpture you could go up into!

The Embrace sculpture you could go up into!

Looking through paper books in the library

Looking through paper books in the library

Getting ready to go out - camp style

Getting ready to go out – camp style

Because Burning Man is the only place a bear hat, hot pink tutu, geometric tights, moccasin boots and a leopard fur coat don't look out of place together.

Because Burning Man is the only place a bear hat, hot pink tutu, geometric tights, moccasin boots and a leopard fur coat don’t look out of place together.

My camera broke early on, so most of these pictures are stolen from Anna, Mary, Hannah and Alex. I was sad at the time, but it allowed me to truly live in the moment of being there. All too soon the week came to the final close and it was time to burn the Man:

Burn night

Burn night

Dusty burn night

Dusty burn night

Goodbye Man!

Goodbye Man!

Dusty friends

Dusty friends

We took one last shot of the best No Plan Camp ever…

Ben, Amy, Yoni, Alyssa,

Ben, Amy, Yoni, Alyssa, Anna, Mary, Jeff and I

…and headed home:

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Writing this post now so many months removed and just trying to spill all the pictures into place I’m remiss on too many things from that time to put on here. Burning Man stretches you to all the limits you knew you had and exposes you to new ones – I always come back in a weird state of refreshment and exhaustion and with a renewed hope in humanity.

This year I felt like I knew what I was doing (to the best you ever can); was integral to our (no) plan camp in ways I could’ve have been last year; and immersed myself in the community more (one morning I was one-handed biking through a dust storm, eating an Uncrustable sandwich on three hours of sleep to get to a volunteer shift at the airport and kind of felt completely normal about that). I hope life has many more Burns in store for us in the future.

In which we Burned the Man (Part III)

The second major time I took out my camera in the dusty desert was to capture one of the sunrises we went to. Next year I’m resolved to take a lot more – especially of the art! Fortunately we still have a couple of pictures of us from other friends:

Tuesday was "Tutu Tuesday" where a lot of people dress up in tutus. I made Jeff's and mine on the car ride down using lots of tulle and elastic. Here we are in front of a huge sculpture of a UFO crashed in the desert. Photo Credit: Ashley Gonzalez

Tuesday was “Tutu Tuesday” where a lot of people dress up in tutus. I made Jeff’s and mine on the car ride down using lots of tulle and elastic. Here we are in front of a huge sculpture of a UFO crashed in the desert. Photo Credit: Ashley Gonzalez

Huge block lettering spelling out exactly what most of this place was.

Huge block lettering spelling out exactly what most of this place was.

We met an Australian who built a huge coat hanger on a hydraulic scissor lift and then drove it out into the desert. We could see for miles! And we were taller than the Man even.  Photo Credit: Ashley Gonzalez

We met an Australian who built a huge coat hanger on a hydraulic scissor lift and then drove it out into the desert. We could see for miles! And we were taller than the Man even.
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While we were out one day we met the artist who encouraged us to write down our dreams and goals and add them to this sculpture.

While we were out one day we met the artist of this piece who encouraged us to write down our dreams and goals and add them to this sculpture.

I couldn't find ours, but it was so much fun to read all the other ones left

Later when I returned to take a picture I couldn’t find ours, but it was so much fun to read all the other ones left

Ashley made us take our picture in front of a wedding chapel piece of art. Photo Credit: Asheley Gonzalez

Ashley made us take our picture in front of a wedding chapel piece of art. There was a dust storm raging, so hence the facemasks.
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Creepy baby head

Creepy baby head

Boys on Tutu Tuesday Photo Credit: Ashley Gonzalez

Boys on Tutu Tuesday
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On of my favorite art cars that was parked near our camp

One of my favorite art cars that was parked near our camp

These huge sculptures that seemed to glide across the morning desert. They reminded me of neurons.

These huge sculptures that seemed to glide across the morning desert. They reminded me of neurons.

Cool honey-comb looking sculptures.

Cool honey-comb looking sculptures – great for taking breaks in the shade.

Dawn

Dawn

Just coming up!

Just coming up!

The sun rising over the mountains. Each morning crowds of people gather at the Temple to watch day break. Our crowd usually brought plenty of champagne as well.

The sun rising over the mountains.
Each morning crowds of people gather at the Temple to watch day break. Our crowd usually brought plenty of champagne as well.

Friends gathered for the morning

Friends gathered for the morning

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Photo credit: Alex Can

Photo credit: Alex Cahn

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The Temple is a quiet, solemn place in stark contrast to the insanity of the rest of the playa. It’s a space to remember those lost in the last year and takes some mental and emotional fortitude to enter into its heavily weighted atmosphere. Many people write messages and leave momentos to be burned on Sunday evening after the Man. I went inside briefly, just to see it; I was too happy that week to want to stay for long.

This year it was called the Temple of Whollyness and made completely of interlocking wood panels - no nails or screws to hold it together.

This year it was called the Temple of Whollyness and made completely of interlocking wood panels – no nails, screws or glue to hold it together.

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People are encouraged to write messages all over it.

People are encouraged to write messages all over it.

Inside the space people were crying and sleeping, hugging and whispering.

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Messages and photos

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A group of us outside.

A group of us outside.

Sunrise over the playa and all the bikes strewn in front of the Temple

Sunrise over the playa and all the bikes strewn in front of the Temple. That dragon looking thing in the distance is an art car that played really loud Dub-Step music.

Since I had my camera out that morning we walked over to another one of my favorite sculptures - Truth is Beauty by Marco Cochrane. He's completed a few others in the series and they're all so stunning.

Since I had my camera out that morning we walked over to another one of my favorite sculptures – Truth is Beauty by Marco Cochrane. He’s completed a few others in the series and they’re all so stunning.

To give you so idea of scale.

To give you an idea of scale.

She's put together with thousands of tiny welded points.

She’s put together with thousands of tiny welded points – many so fine they seem like a fabric skin overstretching her.

More pictures in the dawn

More pictures in the dawn

The making of this sculpture is told in the Burning Man documentary, "Spark" that Jeff and I saw at the Seattle International Film Festival this year.

The making of this sculpture is told in the Burning Man documentary, “Spark” that Jeff and I saw at the Seattle International Film Festival this year.

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You can go up inside it – and are fully encouraged to! There are hammocks on one end.

And so ends all the Burning Man pictures. Thanks to everyone in our awesome camp for embracing us newcomers with such enthusiasm. Many special congrats to Eric and Mel. Let’s plan to meet up on the playa again next year? K, deal.

Many describe Burning Man as a life changing experience (which to me always was a weird phrase – you’re malleable; every experience will change you a bit). Don’t worry mom, I’m not going to give away all my belongings and settle down in a Tibetan yurt (plus, the kind folks at SallieMae still think I own them some moneys). I was changed, but in a way that made me more me. I feel like I’m a better version of myself.

On Monday when we first arrived I rode around on my bike alone for a few hours and the whole place was just too overwhelming. Strangers wanted to hug me. There was enough nakedness to make the Fremont Fair look tame. People were constantly shouting and the ever present Dub Step music thudding through my chest was giving me an arrhythmia. I rode back to camp almost in tears and close to what I think was a panic attack. Six more days of this? Oh God.

Instead of crawling inside my sleeping bag I ran into some people who wanted to get snow cones.  On our sojourn across the playa they slowly taught me how to embrace the madness. There was so much goodness out there, lurking between the dust and tarps! I learned about all the art that was popping up everywhere. I broke my bike and someone dropped what they were doing to help me fix it. I rode on a borrowed bike while finding a new tire. I met a camp that had had their trailers of tents and supplies stolen the day before they left. Within 24 hours other Burners had replaced everything for them so that they could come and give out fried baloney sandwiches. I learned how to keep the dust out of my eyes. I embraced getting hugs. Nakedness no longer phased me. I realized my first mistake earlier in the day was trying to take this all in alone – this place was built to function on radical inclusion and community. I learned that the journey is always better than the reward. We never found the snow cones. And it was totally okay.

How am I changed? I go back to some of the 10 principles. I learned how to adventure better. Gifting: I learned it’s okay not to have anything else to give in return when you are given a special gift of a bike tire with working gears 300 miles from the nearest bike shop. Decommodification: I also learned that I could give someone what they needed in the moment and have no thoughts of what they could offer me in return. I am learning even small gifts are good enough, even if it’s just the time. I am embracing radical self reliance: I changed the toner in the big industrial copy machine at work yesterday. Past Elise would’ve found someone else to tackle that job for fear of breaking everything. Leave no trace: I try to pick up trash everywhere now, even if it’s not mine. Someone else might not do it. Immediacy: I’m trying to live in the moment. I won’t be a resident forever. It won’t just be Jeff and I in our little family forever. We may not be in Seattle forever, though we like it very much. This is a good moment in all it’s uncertainty and I will strive to go placidly amid the noise and haste.

I will remember that at last, when you’ve pushed all your limits, gathered your friends and built great things in an inhospitable desert, to be wholly content and enjoy the accomplishment. To then take a collective breath and store up the sweet memories. And then, to gracefully surrender and let it all burn:

From Reuters

From Reuters

In which we Burned the Man (Part II)

On Friday we had the amazing privilege of attending Melissa and Eric Westburg’s wedding. Dozens of people are married out on the playa each year. Many of these ceremonies are just that, playa marriages, that only exist in the Burning Man world whether they are destined for a few days or maybe even a few lifetimes. A few, like Mel and Eric’s, are honest to goodness, legally binding weddings. Their wonderful families were not only cool with having the nuptials out in the middle of a crazy desert festival, but embraced the craziness and came down in full force with RVs, amazing food and so much love. Melissa’s aunt Kim Clune (who is not only a fantastic photograph, she’s just an amazing person with such a full life – she is the mind and voice behind this blog) beautifully captured the day and with her permission I’ll repost some of her incredible shots here:

Credit: Kim Clune We took an Art Car out to the middle of the deep playa where Eric and his groomsmen had built an alter of Pacific Northwest drift wood.

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We took an Art Car out to the middle of the deep playa where Eric and his groomsmen had built an alter of Pacific Northwest drift wood. Mel and Eric sat atop the lifeguard stand above our barge as a living wedding banner. It was such a fun procession of music and love!

Photo Credit: Kim Clune We had frequent stops for awesome pictures in front of the cool art on the playa

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
We had frequent stops for awesome pictures in front of the cool art on the playa…

Photo Credit: Kim Clune

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(This church was one of my favorite things – inside there were pews and a real working organ! At the end of the week they burned it too. Not only did it play beautiful music, several weddings took place throughout the week there.)

Photo Credit: Kim Clune (and the important bathroom stop - remember, we were in a desert and it is a crime to dump anything on the playa!)

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
(and the important bathroom stop – remember, we were in a desert and it is a crime to dump anything on the playa!)

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Party on top of the bus!

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Party on top of the bus!

Photo Credit: Kim Clune It's been a while since I bawled my eyes out during an entire wedding ceremony. Thank goodness my silver face paint was waterproof!

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It’s been a while since I bawled my eyes out during an entire wedding ceremony. Thank goodness my silver face paint was waterproof!

Photo Credit: Kim Clune After the ceremony we broke out the champagne and everyone dissolved into this hug fest - it was beautiful.

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After the ceremony we broke out the champagne and everyone dissolved into this huge hug fest as the sun set – it was so, so beautiful.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune So much Love, Anna and I.

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So much Love; Anna and I.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Seriously, who has a wedding party that looks like this?? Many of those outfits were handmade.

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Seriously, who has a wedding party that looks like this?? Many of those outfits were handmade by the people who wore them especially for the occasion.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Then it was back on the party barge and back to camp for the reception. The whole way back people shouted their congratulations and best wishes.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
Then it was back on the party barge and back to camp for the reception. The whole way back people shouted their congratulations and best wishes.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Back at camp it was fresh tamales from the parents of the bride and groom and delicious cupcakes.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
Back at camp it was fresh tamales from the parents of the bride and groom and delicious cupcakes.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune You have to light yourself up at night out there lest you be run over by an art car in the dark or lose your way. Even in shining bridal white there is no exception.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
You have to light yourself up at night out there ALL THE TIME lest you be run over by an art car or bike in the dark or lose your way between the camps. Even in shining bridal white there is no exception.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Hanging out in camp with Ashley. By this time in the week I was disgustingly dirty, so much so that I had dreamed the night before of taking a shower. My hair was crunchy, full of dust and no amount of dry shampoo was helping it. Jeff kindly helped me shampoo my hair in a bucket on the morning of the wedding and then evaporate the water afterwards (you can't just dump it on the playa, it'll leave a disgusting puddle and that violates the Leave No Trace policy).

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
Hanging out in camp with Ashley. By this time in the week I was disgustingly dirty, so much so that I had dreamed the night before of taking a shower. My hair was crunchy, full of dust and no amount of dry shampoo was helping it. Jeff kindly helped me shampoo my hair in a bucket on the morning of the wedding and then evaporate the water afterwards (you can’t just dump it on the playa, it’ll leave a disgusting puddle and that violates the Leave No Trace policy). I ended up wearing these braids for the rest of our time out there.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune Someone ambitiously titled this photo "A respite after dinner before a full night out on the playa". Haha, yeah right. I went to bed right after this!

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
Someone ambitiously titled this photo “A respite after dinner before a full night out on the playa”. Haha, yeah right. I went to bed right after this!

If you guessed that people who would have an unconventional wedding at Burning Man probably didn't register for gifts at Pottery Barn - you'd be right. Eric and Mel have a yurt that they use for BM and other festivals, so I made them this embroidered picture to hang in their new home.

If you guessed that people who would have an unconventional wedding at Burning Man probably didn’t register for gifts at Pottery Barn – you’d be right. Eric and Mel have a yurt that they use for BM and other festivals, so I made them this embroidered picture to hang in their new home.

It was my first foray into embroidery..

It was my first foray into embroidery..

My past needlework has been all cross-stitch. Every time there is a new baby born into our family, relatives each sew a cross-stich square and they're put together as a quilt for the newborn. I still have mine from all these years ago!

My past needlework has been all cross-stitch. Every time there is a new baby born into our family, relatives each sew a cross-stich square and they’re put together as a quilt for the newborn. I’ve been lucky enough to be part of many of my cousins’ quilts and I still have mine from all these years ago!

The yurt was my favorite. Haha, too bad that yurts at Burning Man actually are silver to help reflect the heat! Whoops, didn't know that when I started.

The yurt was my favorite. Haha, too bad that yurts at Burning Man actually are silver to help reflect the heat! Whoops, didn’t know that when I started. This was what Google Images came up with for “yurt”.

Each year the base of the Man is different. I tried to mimic this year's theme so they could date their wedding by it.

Each year the base of the Man is different. I tried to mimic this year’s theme where he is standing on a spaceship so they could date their Wedding  Burn Year by it.

Photo Credit: Kim Clune I think they liked their present :)

Photo Credit: Kim Clune
I think they liked their present 🙂

Photo Credit: Kim Clune

Photo Credit: Kim Clune

Right before the wedding Jeff and I snuck away to a camp a few streets down that had set up a photo booth. A photo booth! In the desert! No quarters, just gave you some silly directions from a slot in the wall and out came photos of the cleanest we had looked in days. Thanks whoever you were for this awesome gift!

Right before the wedding Jeff and I snuck away to a camp a few streets down that had set up a photo booth. A photo booth! In the desert! It accepted to payment, no fumbling for quarters, it just gave you some silly directions from a slot in the wall and out came photos of the cleanest we had looked in days. Thanks whoever you were for this awesome gift!

The next morning Jeff and I got up for sunrise (sometimes you stay up til then, sometimes you wake up to go, but we always meet at the Temple to greet the morning). We saw Mel and Eric getting some amazing pictures taken by Kim at one of our favorite sculptures.

The next morning Jeff and I got up for sunrise (sometimes you stay up til then, sometimes you wake up to go, but we always tried to meet at the Temple to greet each morning). We saw Mel and Eric getting some amazing pictures taken by Kim at one of our favorite sculptures.

Just so much love. Thanks Mel and Eric for letting us be a part of your incredible day. Thanks so much Kim for letting me borrow your great pictures.

Just so much love. Thanks Mel and Eric for letting us be a part of your incredible day. Thanks so much Kim for letting me borrow your great pictures. Thanks everyone for the awesome party!

The next day after the wedding three singers came by our camp with two guitars and a banjo to serenade the newlyweds. The Eagle’s Peaceful Easy Feeling perfectly captured the love. It was such an honor to be gifted with their beautiful voices:

I like the way your sparkling earrings lay
Against your skin so brown
And I wanna sleep with you
In the desert tonight
With a billion stars all around
Cause I got a peaceful easy feeling
And I know you won’t let me down
Cause I’m already standing on the ground.