Burning Man: Day 2

Thus begins our exodus from Reno... in theory. It's 5:00 and we're STILL unable to get out of town. Getting... closer.

Larry (pictured above left) guards our mondo stack of H20 with Tom (right)... 50 gallons.

I'd also like to add that my right hip hurts. It's going to be a long 8 days.

UPDATE:
We arrived at the front gates of Black Rock City @ 9:00pm and found shortly thereafter that the camping spot we had pre-selected was for "theme camps" only. Having been separated from Pete and Art just before we stopped for our "Indian" tacos, we circled the adjacent blocks without finding either of them. After a half-hearted search attempt, we biked out onto the playa (not pronounced like "playa-playa girl" as it turns out) and watched the teams construct the giant art exhibits to be revealed later this week.

We met several people -- Roland (a programmer from SF, who wore a suit and offered Maker's Mark to our four-man team), Candy (officially part of the Burning Man TV troop), Alex & Giles (A couple from Toronto) for example. We also watched The Vampirates, who played some lovely thrash-metal while we lounged below their makeshift stage / bar out near 10 o'clock. There were also two girls being whipped by an unnamed man in a giant cavern made of what appeared to be oversized matchsticks.

I've been taking it easy on my hip and so far I've been pain-free. Also, and remarkably, my eyes and skin are so far unaffected by the wind, sun and dust. I'm hoping that my good fortune lasts a few more days.