I was digging through some old photo's yesterday, and managed to come across some photo's I had taken during a 2011 trip to Burning Man (that I apparently forgot about). Immediately I was hit by nostalgia, happiness, warmth and love as I looked back on how we braved the open desert and refused the lack of transportation to slow us down.
Flying by the seat of our pants, we fly into Reno from Minneapolis without the slightest idea of how we were going to get to Black Rock City, but in our hearts, we knew, & we believed.
5 friends and 1 Circus Circus shuttle later, we found ourselves in a parking lot in Downtown Reno hoping someone was going our way. And then, almost as if I was suddenly transported into a National Lampoon movie, a furry RV pulled up and swept us off to Burning Man.