The wind shook our RV, but it was time to go. Grant was shooting the fire performers in The Great Circle. The Man was going to burn. Call time approached. We had to go.
We rode out to the bike racks near Cloud City across from the Black Rock City Cantina, “No droids served here.” This was the safest place to leave our bikes, yet still close to The Burn. It was almost time for that lovely pre-sunset light, but the playa’s dust almost blocked the sun. The Man, usually visible from here, was nowhere to be seen. Up the street near Deathguild’s Thunderdome, someone had abandoned their jet ski, can you see why? (See upper right pic.) We locked our bikes, pulled on our goggles and dust masks then walked across the playa. As the dust whipped around us, we watched for each other, noted playa art as landmarks to confirm that we were headed in the right direction, watched and listened for the art cars sharing this road to transport fire performance tools and audience members to The Man. Crossing the playa in this dust storm was, by far, the most dangerous thing I did all week.
We made our way past the ring of art cars parked around The Man. Earth and Wind finally dissipated, making way for Fire. After the sun set, art cars glowed and boomed, the city gathered around for the big show.
Burn Academy spun fire for the cheering crowd. Months of practice paid off. Then the fireworks ignited The Man. What a lovely way to burn!