Last year, magic happened for me when I stumbled across some chapstick-needy burners out in deep playa when I had a bag full of chapstick.
This year, magic happened when I got in line to get ice at Artica.
The line was an hour long.
In the hot sun.
In the blazing heat.
With no shade.
I was weary, but committed to getting my ice. For drinks, natch.
Can’t be serving room temperature drinks to my friends on the playa!
A burner with a HUGE military style backpack approached me.
“How many bags do you need?” he asked.
“Two,” I replied.
He opened up his pack and handed me two bags of ice.
I tried to hand him my $6 to pay for the ice.
“No payment. Just a hug,” he grinned. “This is my gift to the playa.”
So I hugged him and rode back to my camp with the ice.
So noted, Playa Angel, so noted!