3 tickets- If all goes well, I will be standing at the gates of Black Rock City in exactly 6 months, with my friend by my side, a fortune in my back pocket and an appealing rump in my palm- in order of how “well” it went (and also, likelihood).
The first hurdle was taken in an attic, with 2 people in front of 4 flickering screens on 2 different IP addresses, automatically refreshing every 30 seconds, resulting in a 10 minute emotional rollercoaster of successive hope and disappointment every 7.5 seconds on average as the website bumped us again and again. Maniacal, yes, but it is the only tactic that works.
Pro tip: If you really want those tickets to that thing you and everyone else likes, obsessive behavior will get you there- nothing less.
And thus, the madness begins, drawing faith from the idea that it is possible because countless others before us have done it. My travel pass expired, my photo lens is malfunctioning, we have no means of transportation to, in, or around the site, and I can’t figure out if I want to take my traveller’s hat or my London bowler.
It would appear that we are expected to bring our own food and water. For 10 days in the desert under normal conditions, this would imply: 10 days*2.5 liters*2ppl= 50 liters, plus dry food. That is insane. Also, we are supposed to bring bikes, which might (or might not) help with transportation, but where we are supposed to get those is a big fucking mystery.
Provisions: A mystery. Funding: A riddle. Accommodation: A fucking enigma. We know next to nothing. But that’s fine by me: We can make it work. We have just shy of 6 months, but there’s a buttload of stuff to do before then:
– Passport. Mine has expired. Gotta get that fixed.
– Drivers’ license. Best case scenario, we can rent/buy a car in the States but I’ll need a drivers’ license and get it internationalized or whatever.
– My camera! At the moment, it’s in no state for such a trip and about 40% of why I want to go is the taking of photos. I need to find the best lens I can get for the job- mine are so worn, they’re useless. I want to get the best gear or I’m going to miss crucial shots.
– Most of my budget will go to transportation, about 70% of it. Any way to keep those from getting out of hand, we should consider.
Next week, I’ll be doing 5 productions in 2 countries to make as much money as possible, without having to resort to jobs I know I don’t enjoy. I’m really hoping for some financial stroke of luck but so far I’ve been getting the opposite, rendering my savings from the past 2 months non-existent. So, that expensive-ass desert tent will have to fucking wait.
The disaster that is our preparation is dwarfed by one fact, however:
We’re going to Burning Man. And we’re sticking around in the US for a week or 6. And driving or being driven, we’re going to have ourselves a good old-fashioned road trip to put all other road trips to shame.
Stay tuned and if you live in the US and want to meet, know anyone worth wile in the US, know anything worth wile in the US, or know anywhere worth wile in the US, drop me a line in the comments below.
Or eastern Canada. I’m not picky.