I left for Burning Man Saturday afternoon with Nadine and her kid, riding in Nadine’s RV.
We left around 6 pm.
We finally pulled off onto the playa at 4:12 am, nearly 12 hours later.
As luck would have it, we pulled into our parking space at our camp at 6:15 am, meaning it took us a mere 2 hours to get through Gate.
The universe was working with us.
But I’m not surprised.
Nadine and I seem graced with good luck and serendipity.
I managed to catch a brief one and a half hour nap in the RV but overall, that was all the sleep I got in a 36 hour period.
I was ready to sleep Sunday night.
The first day at Burning Man is always a blur of setting up camp, day drinking, and reuniting with the camp community.
I cracked open a cold one once my tent was set up and enjoyed my Corona Premier (so named because apparently it’s lite beer, not REAL beer) while watching the city spring up around me.
I ate a can of little weenies fully expecting that would be the extent of my sausage experiences at Burning Man [HINT: it was].
My food bin, filled to the brim with snacks and booze, managed to make it to the playa with zero casualties.
As hot as it was (it was in the 90s the entire time we were there), I managed to stay cool in the shade and before I knew it, I was going for a ride with Nadine and scoping out some of the awesome art and cars out on playa:
Not shabby at all for my first day at Burning Man, running off of 90 minutes of sleep!