In the summer of 2003, Charlotte and I decided to take a trip across the country by rental car (why a rental? Don't ask--it's complicated, dull, and annoying.), stopping at various friends along the way, seeing the sights, and culminating in our annual visit to the Burningman festival in Nevada. This is the diary we kept along the way.
|25-26||Hot Springs AR|
|?||Oklahoma City OK|
|31||Mesa Verde CO|
|?||Grand Canyon AZ|
|11-13||Los Angeles CA|
|16-24||San Francisco CA|
|24-Sept 1||Black Rock City NV|
|2||Salt Lake City UT|
Lori and I arrived to find Hacksaw warming himself by the ritual fire at 6am (?!). He helped us pitch our tents, we put up a shade structure, and then went to breakfast in town. I felt like a small child in the presence of tribal elders. Over breakfast we read the course catalog, got information on teachers and content. This was to be the first incident of many where my expectations would be worlds apart from my experiences.
I scheduled dance workshops almost every day and only got to one of them. My daily routine would be morning yoga, a short workout, followed by a dip in the hottub/pool, and a tai chi class with E'beth's and Hacksaw's friend Ken.