Here is a write up of last years Regional Burning Man. One of the shorter smaller ones that try to replicate the spirit of the Big Burn in Nevada. Which is going on right now, Burning Man 2011; themed Rites of Passage. Wish I could be there.
Lakes of Fire is a regional burning man event. There are a couple of them (6 or 7) around the country each year. Lakes of Fire (LoF) is the Midwest's one. They're cheap, LoF was only $40 to sign up. It lasted four days 3 nights. There were only about 1,000 or so tickets sold. It could be considered Burning Man (BM) light.
I was a bit apprehenscous heading to it...
Regionals and Decompression parties happen all across the U.S. There are also other similar events happening. Its a great way to meet other strange people, experience strange things, kick back and try to create your own little piece of paradise....
That was 2010, nowadays its $90 and hosts 2,400 people. Hit it last weekend, Thursday to Sunday, had a nice mellow time. Third time going, the last two were at Lucky Lake campground near Rothbury Michigan. Much nicer place then that original burn, where we were eaten alive and it has a lovely lake. Still the original spirit back in 2010 was amazing. The giveaways at the camp were so generous, Raku pottery, photo opportunites, etc., There was less big giveaways but maybe thats because there were so many more people.
The FireCreek Saloon people weren't there either. They had a wild place. Late night strip dancing. This year there was a XXX adult space away from the main area. I didn't hang out there much. I did follow one of my camp mates to a 'beaver eating' contest in one of the large tents but I didn't go in myself. Hours later he emerged ecstatic.
Instead I went nearby to the Radical Consent bar. It was small and outdoor, a guy was pounding the table and coughing violently. I told the bartender 'I'll have what he's having.' I was no, I had to do the Pachinko machine. It was about 7 feet high, had an opening at the top, a puck you put in that bounced around on nails, then landing into a bottom slot. Mine landed on BEER. note the next in line landed on 'Show your Junk' and she did.
Told the bartender and mentioned I thought that was kinda boring. He asked if I wanted the house specialty. I said yes, cause thats the way of Burning Man, 'Yes' is the word. He poured me a tall shot of a Pepper Whiskey, made in my home town. I eat spicy so it was no problem, a quick downing, and loud Haaah to see if there vapors coming out of my mouth. Nope.
It was pretty mellow time. Favorite things, watching movies or collections of short videos late at night at the Videogasm tent. Drinking and playing pinball at the Secret Gentleman's Club. They served top notch drinks. I kept it simple, bourbon and soda. Big place, they had a generator that ran everything including the pinball machines. An old Mata Hari, where four people could play. Being an old timer, I rock at pinball. I was even able to solve some problems when the ball would get stuck. They had a talent show one night. Amazing talent on stage. Really blew me away. From belly dancing, extremely witty comedy acts to great great singers. I'm sure some of them were professionals.
The lake didn't have the floating bar it had last time, but it did have a float. No volleyball nets either. But it had a nice, if somewhat cliquey crowd. I helped a small boat dock to it and was rewarded with some beer. Just like colorful mutant vehicles, colorful boats came and went. One with a mermaid lounged casually. Without being double decker there was no relief from the sun, so I left after 45 minutes, a bit redder for the experience.
Jumping off I got some lake water into my horn cup. Hopefully not too much. On shore someone with a portable was making fruit smoothies. I had'em pour some in hoping the cold would neutralize any bad lake bug remnants. Not recommended, but I didn't get sick. Strangely I didn't get hangovers in the mornings either. Sun and fresh air, little sleep, must neutralize the poisons some how.
As usual my favorite times were spent sitting and bullshitting with others. I found a camp of native Michiganers who had built a big geodesic dome. Entered, introduced myself, got a drink and sat around talking to them. We talked about stuff, particularly a discussion on aspects of human nature, good or bad. It made for a mellow evening. My nearby tent mates were half my age and bit more drug oriented. So being with an older mellow crowd was nice. There's usually an undercurrent of desperation with those who are into drugs.
My tent neighbor Jazz had a fateful story. The night before I got there he was camping and a random guy came into his tent. He nudged him to leave but the guy was passed out. In the morning he got up on all fours, threw up, and left. Thank god it wasn't my tent. But that's burning man for you.
At night the Smorgasm camp always a camp fire and smore material, including strawberries, that roasted and worked very nicely. Two camps had gourmet pancake giveaways. That were delicious and much appreciated since I'd brought 8 frozen Smucker premade PBJ sandwiches with me. Plus junk food, wine, cheese, crackers and cereal.
That's about it, unless I think of more.
Edited by thelerner, 28 June 2015 - 09:14 AM.