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How did I get here?
It was Memorial Day weekend when I first found my way to "80 Acres", the DPW Work Ranch. After seeing Susan Barron's documentary "Working for the Man", I knew I had to get out to the Playa sometime before the event. I got a ride out for the major volunteer playa cleanup. Because I was recovering from a broken hip, I couldn't commit to anything more strenuous than kitchen help, but I did get out for one playa sweep, and I got acquainted with several hot springs.
I cautiously inserted myself into an atmosphere of carpenters and carny-types but it was actually more like a mini-Burning Man. I found myself surrounded by all the regular freaks from San Fran. I joined Sid in the kitchen ("the Cholesterol King"), and once I found some canned and fresh green stuff, I morphed his meat-and-potatoes ranch feed into a varied menu that even the Vegans enjoyed.
My second trip was for Fourth of JuPlaya. I took a chance on a one-way ride, hoping to get back to SF in time to take care of bills. I worked mostly in the Komisary again. When I missed the first ride out, Maid Marian asked me if I wanted to stay through the event.
OK, so I was struggling to find Internet jobs during the Internet crash, and still couch-surfing. I missed my hot LA summers. I wanted to explore the playa. I needed to do something three-dimensional, for goddess sake. I was ready to dive in. Kind of a no-brainer.
It took me 14 days to get my life ironed out back in SF and pack for 3 months of camping at the ranch, plus photo and computer equipment, plus all my costumes, make-up and musical instruments to take to Burning Man. I crammed it all into the blue Volvo and left cell phones and SUV's behind.
Watch me now as I rejoin the hardest workers in show business and live to tell the tale.