Now at Sierraville hot springs the “quiet” rule really is in effect. No dogs are allowed, no loud noises, no cheering, no real expression of any kind, but they project a healing and tranquil environment. Tranquil it is, but for me at least, and possible for others as well, the tranquil bit is cool, but the yelling and laughing bit is sometimes quite meditative as well.
Now since they had a “no pets” policy I was a little on edge about the buddies psycho dog. Not the dog is a sweetie, little nutty, but a sweetie all the same. But he has a bizarre habit of, for no reason I might add, freaking out on passerby’s and objects in the road. Even objects on the side of the road. Even objects up the road. And he would freak out in the most vocal way right in my ear. Great dog, but as far as training goes not much on the manners angle. They had only had him for a month or so and he’s a German shepherd lab mix. Looks like its lab all over, especially the head and color, and a German Shepherd back end, especially around the hips. Good looking dog, and he was fun to have on the trip, but he was a kook. A lovable kook. So every time he started in with his barking I would yell “FUCK!!” out in tune to his barking. That started in Frisco, but as we went further on our adventure I began to do it when he least expected it. It was slightly exciting and always caused a laugh.
So back to the pool. Wouldn’t ya know it, as soon as I get in the pool and start chatting there were multiple people that had been to burning man. One guy, who wanted us to know that he was a geologist really badly, said he had gone ten years in a row. He said that when you go to burning man in the first ten minutes you’ll see things you didn’t know could exist, and thing that you wished you didn’t know existed. I’ll be using my stopwatch to count the minutes when I get there.
