THE NORTHERN SPIRE

I’m going Burning Man photo heavy this week because I can feel my ticket getting closer to me. It is really what it is all about. The highs and lows, the uncertainty. The bliss of achievement. When I get back this year, it will be so much sweeter because of the struggle. I’m sad that I can’t bring my family again, though. This ticket mess has not allowed us to plan properly for us all. It is easy with just me. I can load up the Rabbit and fly… but with the family, we’d have to rent a uhaul to bring 3x the amount of bikes and gear, food and water. I think it was meant to be this way, though. I’ve heard that the conditions are going to be super rough this year with the lack of rain. White outs are inevitable. I’d prefer their first experience be more than just survival.

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