start BM2K3 2003 Journal 2003 playa death
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Burning Man 2003
This year I returned to Burning Man with Rose, Lila (turning 2), and Isaac (4.75).
I have a journal, which was once online, and will be again, once I recover from a nasty disk incident.
The high point, though, is the genesis of my first DVD, a work entitled BM2K3 It was a joy to create a keepsake for the kids. Someday they'll be able to show their kids video from the turn of the century, when Burning Man was much better than it is now :-)
The low point was the death of a participant.
Here's how it all started...
Friday 22 August 2003
My road to Burning Man 2003 started today.
Back only 48 hours from our blackout-extended 2003 Scotland & Germany holiday, we awake amidst half-unpacked suitcases. It's 0700 and I just can't sleep any more.
The plan was for my 4.5-year-old Isaac and I to go to the playa this year. This morning my darling wife Rose looks at me and says "why can't we all go"? Why not, indeed? Lila is ready to be a playa baby! So I jump on the 'net and find out that I can get a minivan for about $200 per week. Excellent! That'll make things go easier than trying to get four people and gear into one of our 1997 BMW 318ic.
Ranger Lefty, back from his trip across America, arrived in San Francisco yesterday. He'll be coming over for lunch, so things are mysteriously working out. I'll ask him to choose and pick up the van with me. (Since I was bringing Isaac and camping at KidsVille, Lefty made plans to camp with his cousin.) Before he took off cross-country Lefty stored three boxes and several bags of playa things; I bring them out of the basement for him to pick up. We lunch and head out.
We drive to the airport and visit the new car rental facility. Alamo has options other than the minivan: an SUV (not interested) and a bigger van (white with tinted windows, much bigger, much interest). So off I go in a GMC Safari. Absolutely perfect.
While on the road to REI to pick up some freeze-dried mountaineering food and kid whistles I get a call from Donato Pinierio of DirectGlow.com; the glowsticks, bracelets, et cetera are available and can be next-day shipped to me. Donato sends the package out on my promise that I'll pay when I get back home to my laptop. What a guy!
I race back to the city just in time to park at the Fifth and Mission garage and get over to my eye exam. This year I'm sporting contacts! I'll have glasses in case, but I'm fed up with the bother of glasses and sunglasses and goggles. I've got a bunch of disposable contacts, eye-wetting solution, and high hopes.
There's still a bunch of stuff to be packed, food to be bought, and much to be sorted. But it'll get done. Now it's time to sleep, and to get ready for tomorrow.
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