Imagine a desert in the middle of Nowhere, Nevada.  The soil isn’t soil, it’s alkaline dust that slowly eats at your feet and can be whipped up by the wind into particles so fine you can’t see your hands if you were to hold them out in front of your face.  The day temperatures can be over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit (38 degrees Celsius), and the night time temperatures can drop to nearly freezing.  There’s no water, no trees, nothing that would entice you to come here and stay for a week or two.  And yet, over 50,000 people (and counting) make the journey to this wasteland every year, to spend a week in the desert at the great performance art piece/insane asylum/party/temporary community/innovative convention/mass orgy/creative festival/gathering known as Burning Man.

Burning Man at dawn

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