Breaking Bad(ly)

 

I suspect the big girl got really insulted when we returned from last year’s cross-country round trip and people would be surprised to hear we had driven almost 7,000 miles. Even more surprised when I would tell them Catalina was a 1988 RV, very similar to the RVs around Nebraska, cooking meth. Well, La Poderosa had to do it again, hit that road and rip through this enormous country. I admit, sometimes breaking badly and other times badly breaking down. But nevertheless, piling up miles after miles. And guzzling that sweet (and expensive) gasoline,of course.

 

 

This year’s road trip was quite different than last year’s: whereas we had been planning for the trip for a solid 9 months, this year the trip came together in less than 3 weeks and minimal preparation. Catalina had been up for sale since June, but only with local ads. Not a lot of interest or offers. I then realized Fairfield county was not a hot market for 29’ RVs, so I decided to place it on Ebay. Less than two days in and a couple from Arizona contacted me, asking if I would drive it to the west coast and deliver the RV. I felt like a 5-year old kid being asked if he wanted ice cream for dessert.

 

 

All of a sudden going to Burning Man was no longer an intangible dream for the year, but actually a very viable option, and magically in the best possible hippie way: driving to it! I

 

 

 

I, Burner

 

Rites of Passage, here I come!

 

Metropolis: The Life Of Cities

 

Burning Man 2010
Black Rock City, Nevada
Pop: 51,454 beings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Achilles, God of Crutches

 

Burning 2011 is in jeopardy! As of today, I am 100% convinced that I do not know if I’ll be coming to the playa this year. Yes, this is 100% accurate: I absolutely do not know what will happen, and I am glad to say that I do not have a plan (wow, just typing it about sheds an extra 25 pounds off my soul…)

June 10th: Snapped!
After a well-done soccer stunt, if I may actually call wondering around the soccer field after a game a stunt, my Achilles tendon simply gave up and ruptured on me: loud snap, lost foot movement and I knew right away the culprit, Mr. Achilles, the God of Crutches. Arranged for a ride back home and Adriano took me to the ER. Surprisingly not a lot of pain, but total lack of movement. My right foot was like a piece meat simply hanging in there…

I remember going thru the same feelings I had back when I had the bike accident: am I going to fully get back from this and be able to do the various things that I love doing? 

The pictures above were taken a week after the incident, a week before the surgery. So far the only photos taken this spring/summer. I needed someone recording me, hoping around, adjusting lighting and angles, during a very hot afternoon… Well, the struggle is behind me and the show is here… Well worthy in my opinion: this is the shot to remind me of this ordeal I am going thru.

June 22nd: Knife Time!

This is me, moments before my surgery.

 

July 6th: XP Walker Boot
Only two weeks after surgery and Dr. Brodsky removed me off the cast, and put me on a “air cast”. This could possibly be the most expensive shoe I have ever purchased: $200 a piece. Not sure

 

Two weeks after surgery

 

 

The Gypsy Queen

 

Here are some of the unique things you may only find around Black Rock City: a fisherman’s boat loaded with speakers and dancing fishermen in the middle of the desert! And if you realize that Black Rock desert is a lakebed that is a dry remnant of Lake Lahontan, then you get the extra humor of having a fisherman’s boat cruising around a dry lake!

This year we dropped our shop at the Gypsy Queen camp. Actually, it was more like we invaded their village than anything else, but at the end of the day they were nice enough to let us stay at their village area (and we had a 29’ long camper plus a yurt and tents, so we did take some nice floor area).

 

Their village was big and we only had a chance to interact with a few of them, mostly the ones near our HQ (it already felt bad invading their camp, so we tried our best to be as little intrusive as possible). My understanding was some of them lived in North Carolina (if not all of them) and they actually drove the Gypsy Queen cross-country for the event (as in previous years). Well, I imagine most people have not cruised cross-country in a regular car, however, I can relate to traveling thousand of miles in a big vehicle. Still, I can’t imagine how they did it on a boat! I vaguely remember talking about the trip to one of the owners (pictured below) and if i recall correctly, they had mechanical problems and almost didn't make to BRC.

 

Well, things happen at the playa, and they made it all right!

I am not the man they think I am at home, Oh no.. no…  nooo…
I am a Fisherman!

All The Small Things

Intriguing how our perception of value is linearly proportional to our reality at that moment, and most of the times what we have abundantly available to us is not given proper value. Life is a collection of choices, and at some point or another we happen to choose something based not on its actual value but merely on its perceived value. And other times we do the opposite.

For those that really know me, this one should be a no-brainer: me and my best friend, in the Black Rock Desert, away from the psychological constraints of everyday life and enjoying some charcoal-grilled steak. Plain and simple. Sea salt and music. Nothing expensive or luxurious. Maybe life does get better than this, but not by much, believe me. Here are a couple of 2010 best moments, and the perfection, though absolutely imperfect, comes from the simply fact that all small things were together, making the big thing unforgettable.

      

 

 

I would like to celebrate, as usually late, my brother’s birthday, this incredible wonderful human being that has taught me a lot more about life than he can imagine. A true friend that I really admire and always try to learn from.

Adriano, thanks for the great multi dimensional journeys and the lessons of true friendship! I wish you all the greatest things, small and big. Love ya bro!

 

Road to Burning Man

 

Last year I had the chance to spent the night at Pyramid Lake before heading up to Black Rock City. Me and two others, sharing a small tent by the side of the lake. In the middle of nowhere. In the middle of nothing. Right there at the center of everything. Quietness. Silence. Only darkness. And many stars.

 

 

I woke up a solid hour before the sun, and started working on my gear, getting ready for what would become one of my favorites shots for that trip. Modest, simple and resilient: i remember only getting a camera with my fisheye lens, a tripod and some inner strength to fight the desire to stay put inside my warm sleeping bag. No, I could not pass that moment, though I had no idea what would look like. The result is the photo below.

This year we drove right through the reservation: beautiful, quiet, patient nature. The cozy clouds are a well known sign, giving me a hint this will be a great burn. I had remembered the previous experience, sleeping by the lake, the darkness and the complete solitude.

 

Nostalgic moments make me wonder if I would find peace by the lake, away from society, away from the chaos: no moments allowed to live in the moments, time leaping time. No time to have time. A blink and two months go by. A nap and ten years are gone.

 

 

 

I wonder how fast seconds are in a place like this. For me, right now, even a place like that may not be slow enough for me: I need time. I need more time. I need to slow down life.

Please

Slow

Down.

 

Please.