Larry, Rusty and Chris pose for an impromptu shot amongst the tents and planes. The alkali dust
still hasn't all come out of Larry's Amigo.
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Vince surfs atop Brian's Blazer - at
about 60 miles an hour.
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The desert is beautiful at night. Neon, blinking lights, stars and clouds.
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Looking at the Man before the burn straight-on from Central Camp. At some point, everything would be
burned.
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The check-in trailer. Trade your ticket for a map and more info. Get pointed in the aproximate
right direction and drive over a mile to central camp.
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Chris, Wayne, Larry and Vince hanging out in the V-MAR Racing Support Vehicle (aka the Rasta Rig).
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Vince and Wayne in the Hot Springs...
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Wayne, Chris, Rusty, Phillip and a few others in the Hot Springs.
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After the man burns, lots of people get excited and want to jump through the flames.
The less inebriated people circle the smoldering manpile until the flames die down to a more
tolerable (less dangerous) level.
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Larry takes shelter in the Amigo during the rain and hailstorm. It would last less than 30 minutes
and the sun would come out again.
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The wind picks up and we see dark clouds and a small storm of what looks like rain approaching.
It turns out to be a massive sandstorm (duststorm?) and precedes the rain and hail by a short bit.
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Friday night we're treated to a massive lightning storm. The first of several, all the more spectacular
due to the nighttime setting. The rave camp is to the left. The next day lightning would strike
within a few hundered feet of our camp- there was less than half a second between the flash and
the deafening boom of thunder.
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We arrive at the Hot Springs on Sunday... which almost everyone has heard about by now. The springs
were at the foot of the mountians about 2 miles from central camp.
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Duststorm created by the cars driving to the check-in point from the main road.
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The Seemen's camp / performance area.
Strange machines in the desert. This is Stretch. Half Golf Cart, Half Fire-Spurting Hydraulic
Dragon.
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Vince, the Rasta Raver. The Man with the Flame Thrower. Fun guy.
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Spinning Ambient at the WBL camp.
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Tents outside the RV circle at the WBL camp barely survive the Dust storm.
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Vince tests his Flame Thrower. Kids, don't do this at home.
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You can't go camping without a Trampoline, right? Just don't hit your head on the parachute
strung up above.
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Hanging out away from the desert sun. The WBL camp strung several parachutes together, floated
some rather large helium balloons in the middle to hold it up, and suddenly had a circus-like
environment. It would not turn out to be very rain proof, however.
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Vince blows out the flame thrower. A leaky valve (soon fixed) kept it from shutting off completely.
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Vince (with Wayne) play with the flame thrower some more. After the final field tests are completed,
you will be able to purchase one for next year.
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The Arc of Flame. Remember, Vince build this device completely himself from parts anyone can
buy. (But don't buy the trigger switch from Radio Shack; it stuck on once. Ouch.)
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It's not the flame, it's the motion. Make no cracks about phallic symbols. Vince doesn't
wear flameproof underwear for nothing.
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Alkali lakebed makes nice mudballs when wet. Vince and Suzie do a little juggling.
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When you can't take the top down, you have improvse.
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Prepping the flamethrower. Makita batteries in place; fuel level - check.
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The Wierd (Weird) Blinking Lights Camp. At night, you would see the blinking lights from
far away.
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A group from the WBL camp arrives at the Hot Springs.
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Wayne having a good time.
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Wayne gets a little to close to the smoke. You understand what firemen have to put up with now.
The smoke really burns your eyes.
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Walking Eggs or Giant Lamps? You decide.
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Wayne, Chris and Larry in Central Camp. Lots of interesting sights.
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Scary Three-D! The Gigantalope with Wayne and Larry, Chris in the back.
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Chris, Rusty and Larry at the entrance to Black Rock City.
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Welcome to Weird Blinking Lights...
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Welcome to Black Rock City, the biggest city in the county for 3 days a year.
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Sights looking west toward camp.
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