Our Camp from the street: Landfill and 4:40
Our sad tent after the first day of white out dust storms... it survived just long enough to last one Burning Man... what do you expect when you buy a tent that has a whole family of Black people running away from it on the front of the bag... I'll have to scan that in and show you all what I mean.
Our View from behind our tents
The penis topiaries taking a beating in the first white out storm
Serving up cocktails on the double headed penis bar for the Naked Bike Ride patrons
Us after the "Big Storm" on Friday.... we even got a rainbow! How pale am I?
Billy and his awesome CD Flower Garden and CD kilt.
Us at the man right before he burnt, for the second time that is...
