I always sum up my Burning Man experience each year with one quick phrase:
- 2015 was the year I got dumped. I also got ditched but when you get dumped, that sort of eclipses everything else, don’t you think? Still, it stung.
- 2016 was my abstinent year (I know, I know, how UNLIKE me!).
- 2017 was the year I lived through my vagina.
- And 2018 was the year of art.
I saw TONS of art.
I’m not sure I would have seen as much art had my dear friend and her kid not taken me under their wing and led me right to the art.
For a woman with an ADVENTURE BLOG, I should be more adventurous, right?
Then again, I’ve run with the bulls.
Raced stock cars.
And eaten Korean silkworm larvae (only if spitting counts).
So I’ll forgive myself for not feeling motivated on my own.
With the help of my friends, I actually made it to the TRASH FENCE.
And I snapped a picture to prove it:
And just because I’m in a sharing mood, here are some of my favorite Burning Man 2018 pictures:
And a few more pics which I’m sure I didn’t take but they’re on my phone, all credit to the photographers (LMK if it’s you):