bluesbob wrote:Last year I got absolutely pissed at people in my camp. I resolved to pack it up and go home a few days early. I looked out across our crowded camp and realized 15 people would have to remove all their tents and things in order for me to leave. Fuck it, I thought, I'll go for a bike ride. Several hours later I came back to camp. I had a shit-eating grin from my adventure. It was hours later I realized I had wanted to go home earlier in the day. But I couldn't remember the reason I wanted to leave. The playa provides more than just physical things.
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