From the ashes. We have arrived

My last known address was Camp Black Rock Steady 5:30 and Hominid, Black Rock City, Nevada.

The First night, driving through seemingly endless podunk desert towns until we hit Gerlach where things started to get weird. Street vendors selling all kinds of crap to potential burners, Kava Kava bars and shitty festival food, for sale ??? last chance to buy crap you don't need, scalpers with signs that said "need ticket" we know what you are doing man.
We saw our friend Kale, stranded outside of the Gerlach motel, holding a sign that said Orphan. He told us how the car he was in broke down and the extra ticket that was for him was traded for repairs. I hope he made it to the couch surfer camp.

Dust fucking everywhere bumper to bumper in line for hours, can't find the will call booth in the dust. Running around barefoot on the playa, finally getting through the gate sometime around midnight, we ended up somewhere near Kidsville, tired, kind of pissed off, we set up our tents in the wind and dust, then went into the city with our new neighbors. (awesome folks from Colorado, more about them later)

I got lost within 10 minutes and found myself at a bar called arachnophobia that served wine and goth industrial music. I sat down with some folks, all first timers as well and a joint was passed around. After a few minutes i had to leave, my head was swimming, where the fuck am I ? what is this place ? what have we got ourselves into ?
Extreme culture shock, over stimulation, heavy drinking, lots of asking for directions. I saw a Nevada state cop drinking wine at a bar called the lonely penguin. I was confused ad terrified, he leaned in and said to me "I'm real".
What the fuck is going on ? Its like a fucking psychedelic circus summer camp for mostly grown ups.

Its easy to forget that one is in the middle of the desert, with all the lights and people moving around, i had to go home and re-fill may water pack at least three times during the night, always feeling dehydrated, can't get enough water.
I met one of our couch surfing friends from Reno at the Information Center a.k.a. "The Oracle" He was just wandering around like me, quite serendipitous we biked around and explored our new world, i had to call it a night at 2 in the morning.