more burning man ramble

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The temperatures in Gerlach, the town outside the Black Rock Desert look to be pretty mild. A little rain today, then pure sun, highs in the 80's and 90's and lows in the 50's.

I was anticipating 3 digit days and lows in the 40's.  This seems amazingly wonderful, it certainly doesn't seem unbearable. Not that it would matter much.

I bought 16 gallons of water yesterday and stuffed them in my car.  This morning I'll fold the seats down, rearrange the water and slide my bike in. I have a Yaris, they're pretty small, but with skill you can put a lot in them. Then I'll go to P's to meet K who is coming with his big truck and  taking our bikes and hopefully our water. He's driving up tonight. I'll probably come back here, load my car up and go back to P.'s to load her car, so we have less to do tomorrow morning when she comes by.

I'm in the last stages of organization. I want to have a peaceful night tonight. I'm all kinds of crazy inside.

Scared, excited, dreamy, nervous, hopeful, curious, moody, organized, tired, guilty.

I have lots of well-wishers here. So many people from here go, that everyone in stores know  the best thing to get for what you want to do.

Running around, I imagine certain people are shopping for the same event as I am. Everyone has been or knows someone who has been and they're all mellow and cool, their eyes light up when you tell them, they want you to have fun and tell a story or name a friend who's going and doing something there.

My building mates are joyfully encouraging me. Yesterday I had a fabulous discussion with a 60 year-old woman who is very spiritual, she helped me a lot during my recovery and she's thrilled about the desert and what happens to a person there amidst the temporary city. Her daughter has been several times. Also there was a 25 year-old woman who may be one of the friendliest and best conversationalists I've ever known. She's super excited for me. They and everyone is helping me see that most of the nervousness and fear and guilt are the buying, the lists, the organizing. And I'm on the conservative side.

What everyone does say, is that it's a life changing experience. Opens you up whether you want it or notice it or not and I intend to meditate on opening, life, listening, to or for me. I'll also prove to myself that I can camp and thrive in harsh conditions, in close quarters. I'll strengthen and return with so many images and wispy thoughts that can form into words, eventually, whenever.

Be one with the dust. Embrace the dust. Just be. I dreamed I was hula-hooping, I want to do that and dance a lot.   I'll smudge the camp with sage, I have incense, a tiny bit of ganja, wine, vodka, enough food, snacks,juices, lots of personal cleaning stuff, etc.etc.

Time to get up and do something.