Today, I start my journey to Burning Man 2008. By the end of the day, I’ll be having a cold beer at 4000 ft., under a hot sun, wearing goggles to protect my eyes from the wind-swept sand atop the pre-historic lake bed. 40,000 other people will be here with me, forming the short-lived Black Rock City in Nevada. In a week, it will all be gone, without a trace.
I am told that after a day here, I’ll just say, ‘screw it’ and stop communicating with the outside world. I promised to send e-mails to my kiddies, though, so I will search for WiFi.