It's definitely not for the faint of heart, it *is* the desert, and it *is* a teeny bit of survival camping. You have to bring in all of your own supplies, and take all of your trash back out with you. Fortunately there are some porta-potties but otherwise you have to take that out with you too. No pooping on the playa. You're not supposed to pee on it either, but everybody does. You should bring your own shower, but you cannot dump "grey" water on the playa, it has to be recollected and taken out with you when you leave.
The thing I think is funny about this is that they're all very concerned about trash and whatnot, but for all the shit that get burned and the amount of fuel that hits the ground, you'd think they wouldn't burn so much stuff. They do have cleaning crews that have to pick up every remaining feather, sequin, bit of trash after everyone goes home. They wouldn't be able to use the land otherwise.
It gets super hot during the day, and super cold at night - it's the desert. For the most part it's like a big hippy commune. There's no buying or selling, no advertising for profit (although a little of this goes on).
It's a really incredible thing that over the course of a week, on a piece of desert, 30,000 people create a city. Lots of experimental art stuff, yes, lots of nekkid people, lots of blowing shit up, and burning stuff
Jenya, I was in a group
for a season, then I sort of dropped out because I didn't have time to practice, and we're out of town doing bike stuff every weekend. I miss it though. I spun poi and staff, started hooping, but I really wanted to concentrate on contact staff and get into double staff.
I wasn't very good at it, so this happened a lot: (dropped the stick)
and other photos of not dropping it: