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As the week hurtled along to its inevitable, firey end, it was time for the glorious Long Art Ride through the open playa. Sadly, Morgan was unable to ride for the revoluccion, this year. Nonetheless, Lessley and Douglas dived right in. Here, we find Lessley wandering around an alien planet's long-abandoned scientific research site on a forlorn, desert planet. Fancy that. |
We saw a giant bulb. With stuff on it |
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One of the odder constructions was this keyhold. When the wind rose, the piece purred like a giant cat.
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This year's temple was again constructed of jigsaw fillagree. However, the layout stretched a quarter of a mile on either side of this central tower (check out this big ol' panorama). I would have taken more photos, but Lessley started showing signs of dehydration. Again. So, off we went back to camp. |
We arrived just in time for the Old Milwaukee vs. Pabst Blue Ribbon blind taste test. Surprising to none, both cans of crap were ranked equally tasteless-yet-refreshing by our panel of experts. |
All that beer works up a hunger. How fortuitous and unexpected it was that our friends the Pizza Sluts - who make fresh, gourmet pizzas and deliver them to randomly-selected camps - somehow selected our camp for delivery. |
