My first year at Burning Man was a solitary experience.
For the most part, I felt like I was struggling to do things with anyone but myself.
Oh sure, I got to do a few things with friends – like see the Man with Dante, spend an evening getting altered with two good friends, and touring the deep playa with Tejas, but overall, I was alone.
It’s not my favorite thing in the world. Given the fact that I live with 4 other people, I am by nature a very social creature.
My second year at Burning Man went better.
I hung with Marina, Tejas, and sometimes Marina AND Tejas, which if you know them you know is an accomplishment.
Oil and water.
It was a MUCH better year for me, activity-wise.
We made scarves, tried on clothes at the clothing exchange, rode out to the trash fence, saw INCREDIBLE art, and took saunas.
Here I am, staring at Year 3 at Burning Man and I realized one thing.
I trust my friend Tejas completely.
I trust him that if we go out on the playa together, unless I explicitly ask to be left alone, he will stay with me until we’re both ready to leave.
No need to worry about getting left behind.
Or being alone again.
And of course, this year Yvonne is going with Tejas.
Another magical soul I trust completely.
And I can’t help but think how lucky I am to have them as friends to go to the playa with.
Burning Man just keeps getting better.