So this afternoon I did my final Burning Man cleanup. Not final, I suppose, as I’m sure I’ll make fresh attempts to get the dust out next summer. And my boots might never be clean, but the snow will probably help this winter.
At any rate, I emptied my bags completely, packed away the things I won’t wear ’til at least the Folk Festival next year, and rinsed out my bandana. It’s hanging in my room now, drying. I feel a bit sad and plenty nostalgic; but, and I’ve said it before, I feel like I’ve carried a lot of good home with me, so optimism is the overriding sentiment. I’m looking forward to busting my playa gear again – and to making it Bird’s Hill Park gear next July!
