The first order of business every day was a hearty breakfast. And what's more nourishing than the tender goodness of bacon? Thankfully, our neighbors at Pygmalion served up a healthy rasher and a side of Hornitos every morning.

And maybe that belly full of bacon would end up on the Playa after a ride on the Roaster Coaster, here showing its trademark end-over-end rolls adjacent to the go-go cage. At night, it ran through flame throwers, of course.

But the theme this year was, after all, of a more spiritual nature. Some chose to go "beyond belief" with the giant Ouigi Board.

Others chose to enforce belief. Naturally, the Spanish Inquisition showed up unexpectedly at our camp one afternoon. And after mercilous exposure to comfy pillows, Matthew confessed.

Oddly, I took few photos of my campmates, nor our neighbors. This zebra man - a consort of our neighbor Tessa Cat - is an exception. Where was Black Rock Animal Control when you needed them?

Not much later, I found myself in a whiteout, near Asylum Village. Ever wondered what a day-time whiteout in the Black Rock Desert is like? Well, you can't see a whole lot.

Naturally, a dirty pontiff and his travelling companion were on hand to minister to the needy with a beneath-the-burka look at the goods.

As for me, I just wanted to travel around the Playa on this Egyptian art car, with four mechanical Anubises that marched in lock-step.