Monday, September 1st, approximate time 1:20p.m.
I hear it’s a holiday out there, but I am still here.
Here in the dusty remnants of Burning Man, which is no longer Burning Man, fyi, mister high as a kite spinning poi on the Esplanade.
The event is over.
Here at camp, the breaking down continues, without me being broke down.
I am so far, so proud, so good, so on point with the self-care I have never actually felt this ok at this juncture in my previous journeys on playa.
Typically I have been pretty beat up and burnt out and done, done, done.
Not to say that I’m not done.
I am packed.
I am ready to go.
I have my bins sorted and stacked outside the door to the trailer and my exodus outfit ready to be put on, speaking of, exodus has been really mellow, longest wait I’ve heard of today was about an hour.
Most folks seem to be getting out within thirty minutes.
Peak population happened early a.m. Friday morning, hitting around 65,000.
Then the people, well, they started to leave.
The fear of the great wait in line is intense and I see many folks packing it up and hauling out before Man Burn or Temple Burn.
I understand completely, sometimes you just got to get out.
For right now, for me, it’s just the sit tight and wait.
The bug is asleep, mama and papa are wrapping up what they need to do for their jobs and I am in a holding pattern.
It’s a little like waiting in the gate to the airport for the plane to be cleaned off from the previous flight.
I can see the copilot and pilot cross checking their perspective duties, I can see the land crew doing their job, my job is to wait.
I am ok at that.
It does make me a tiny bit anxious.
I have places to go.
Things to see.
New York, New York.
But there is not much to be done except quietly take in each moment as it comes and accept that I am here for another twenty-four hours.
The plan is to drive two vehicles to Reno, one I will drive and the other mom will drive.
The vehicles are both rentals.
One will be returned to Reno and then the other will take us back to San Francisco.
The mom has one more meeting she has to attend at 11 a.m. tomorrow morning.
I will be ready at the time she needs to go to her meeting.
All my bins, four total–three medium, one small–will be in the mini van that will drive us back to SF. Then I will hop in the other mini-van and drive to her meeting with her.
My charge and I shall hang out while she wraps it up and then once the meeting adjourns, we’ll hit the road for Reno. The first rental will get dropped off and then I’ll climb aboard the second and hit it to SF.
We should land sometime late in the evening.
I am hoping for a quick pit stop at Whole Foods to grab road food–all things fresh, my god, I am grateful to the Commissary, but the food is getting me down–apples, fresh water, an iced coffee, a big salad for the road, and then on to the City by the Bay.
I am missing her.
I see that the majority of my friends have made it out and back to SF and I am a teeny tiny bit jealous.
However, I am grateful that I won’t be staying as long as I did last year.
Tomorrow will mark 19 days.
Last year it was 22 days.
I was not exactly broken last year, but the ten-hour dust storm white out the day we were supposed to leave did not help, I definitely felt cracked by the time we got off playa.
Fingers crossed all will go smoothly and we shall enjoy a pleasant and non-eventful trip back.
Not everyone is so lucky.
One of the team members came by today with a broken thumb.
There was a camp mate who broke his heel early last week and had to leave.
Then there’s all the folks who get dehydrated or sick or lost or broken in other odd and uncomfortable ways–today a gentleman confused a bottle of kerosene with a bottle of water.
Last night someone drank a bottle of water that was not water but GHB.
I am pretty damn lucky, dusty, yes, dirty yes, I can’t wait for my shower, but my health has held.
Lots of fluids.
Lots of naps.
I probably took more naps this event then I have done in my prior seven outings.
I also have been meditating.
That does not hurt in the least.
And going to bed early.
I haven’t gone out dancing.
Unless you count the ten minute shake my booty at Distrikt that I did last Thursday for a hot second.
I have, however, ridden my bicycle a lot out here.
And I am happy to say, the ankle is holding up.
A twinge now and again and the ride up was pretty uncomfortable, but I don’t think that will be an issue the way back, but good for the most part.
I can tell it’s still not 100% but it’s so much better.
I should be able to ride my regular bike when I get back to the city.
I am certainly going to give it a go.
I slowed down a lot with this event and really kept the focus on the job and the duties that I needed to do.
It means that my event was quite a bit different then the last seven, but it also means that I won’t be returning to my regularly scheduled life needing a week and a half to recuperate.
I suspect that there will still be tiredness and some dusting off of self to do, but so far, so good.
I’ve got about 23 hours left on playa.
Fingers crossed they are uneventful, restful, easy.
See you soon.