Black Rock City is in the midst of its major construction phase and it’s building into what seems to be a post-apocalyptic Disneyland for the mystical, strange and decidedly wyrd.
Nobody wants to hear a fish story where you calmly and flatly state that you once reeled in a 32.1 pound King Salmon.
I’ve been out here predominately sober and maybe that’s the element of Burning Man I am completely missing: drugs.
I spent most of the day near Box Camp and helped in the common area—partially constructed and scattered with dusty couches, chairs, tables—as it endeavored to become The Lamp Lounge.
Box Camp—a large staff camp located a few diagonal blocks south of the main Center Camp—was in its infancy when I arrived.