As with most of my travels, that last leg home, especially after walking all day long, was harsh to say the least. I had to stop every so often to splash water on my face and walk around a bit to get my head cleared. But I made it home with only a little effort. As I rounded the corner of a local small two laned highway that curves through a pass here, I saw a guy by the side of the road with a car over on its side. I stopped and asked if he was alright, and it wasn’t even his car. He said he had found it like that and the cops were coming along with cal fire. So I rolled up the window and rolled on down the road. I made it into the house, closed the door, and wandered up to bed.
Now a quick note of advice for all you out there. If you have any urge at all to go to burning man, or have heard of it and are the least bit interested, I highly suggest that you go to a decompression near you. They range from an afternoon into the evening to a three day fest in the desert outside of San Diego. And it’s not like you have to be from the area where that decompression as all are welcome to attend no matter where you’re from. So have no fear, and attend the best time in your life.
