Sunday, March 4, 2012
[100] Burnal Equinox
Snow lay in shaded patches of the foothills as we made our way to Nevada City to celebrate the Burnal Equinox. The ancient brick walls of the Miner's Foundry rang with dance floors and stages for musicians, its iron plate shutters and arches were enhanced with lights and hangings and other finery, and its rear yard was jammed with pavilions, domes, fire-breathing art cars, and space for the fire spinners. Celebrants embraced friends at every turn while the virgins -- people who had not been to Burning Man -- gaped and grinned. We all danced and feasted and had a blast.
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Cool! It looks like a place where peeps gnaw on hunks of nommy roasted meat and ears of corn dripping with butter. Dunno why I'm in a carnivorous mood last couple days...
Neat vests. :)
While it's true that I don't have much use for dressing like a caveperson, I'm very pro-roasted meat.
Actually, no food. Or wait, there was a taco truck off to the side, but I ignored it.
We wore fur because it was co-o-old, and wore little else because we were so very hot, oh yes but of course.
There really was snow on the ground here and there. That fake fur works really well.
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