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Of the many marches during the week, a personal favorite was the French Maid Parade, which stopped to tidy. |
Art cars driving to and fro, designed by Daygloangelo. |
Of course, everyone's favorite art car was the Hedgehog, the art conveyance of our friends at Mohammed's Martini Bar. The magic purfume of our barbecue lured the Hedgehog to our camp nearly every evening. |
Here's Jon, Secretary of Transportation for the Hedgehog People. |
Allison, another friend from Mohammed's. |
Other friends from other camps included Asylum's Samantha, who plays cymbals for the Hungry March Band in NYC. She is also a member of the Bear Posse. They dress up in home-made bear suits and raid people's coolers. Often, they leave stickers saying "My cooler was raided and all I got was this fucking sticker." A Black Rock Animal Patrol warden asked campmate Lisa one day, "Do you know any bears? Bears are very, very bad." |
Where there's smoke seeping from a kettle grill for 24 hours, there's bound to be brisket - or, in this case, pork butts. We slowly smoked these yumblies one-chunk-of-mesquite-in-the-corner at a time. |
Dinner would soon to be served in Carl's aesthetically unrivalled Love Dome. Note that Lessley - having arrived from her cross-Sierra bike ride an hour before - is lurching in a manner that ultimately led to the Med Tent. Caius was supportively attired as Seventies Sports Guy, regularly jogging out into the streets to ask for directions to the raquet ball court. |
