Saturday Was A Good Day

I was awakened by the hot sun and walked naked out onto the playa to pee and to take pictures of our little encampment from all angles. There were many such campsites on the featureless plain. This is just ours. Others? Far away.



I got bored and jumped into my ride to catch up to a passing train and take a picture. There's a certain thrill to going seventy on flat ground without a road. The trains pass regularly, all day and night.

Later we drove into deep playa and found the tail end of the Quinn River where it peters out, and a memorial (doubt it's a grave but you never know)



and did some music, even some dancing.

Then we found a part of the playa where the surface has dried but the muck underneath has not. You need big tires and powerful engines or you're fucked. Fortunately, these people weren't stuck for more than a few hours.

Nor these. The towing vehicle was rescued first, then the Airstream. Hummer H1 to the rescue!

Meanwhile I worked on not being so shy.

One more. This time WE got to rescue him. First, we had to get stuck too. But self-reliance is a value, and before long everyone was riding off into the gray-white yonder.



Back at camp, it was time for some kiting ...

... and margaritas and horseshoes ...

... and talking to The Man ...

... and a little windsurfing ...

... and setting up the solar-powered lights on my octahut ...

... and going for a nice "walk" away from camp again.

Much later, we found us some nightlife.

Later yet, a camp with OPTICALLY CONTROLLED INTERACTIVE FIRE!

Whoever's on the platform sets off the poofers via focused motion sensors. Fucking brilliant.

These people, Interpretive Arson, are awesome. This chick had an exploded diagram of a solenoid tattooed to her thigh. That shit was hardcore. Even our women wanted to fuck her. I think she was actually one of the Flaming Lotus Girls, so no wonder.

Saturday was a good day.