Hmmm. A pass to Burning Man costs hundreds of dollars. Members of the glitterati show up there with their fully staffed gourmet kitchens.
I had something in mind more like the sort of campfire in a clearing one might comes across when walking, riding or snow shoeing through a frosty forest. You arrive in the clearing and a Sybian-like character looks you up and down, makes a decision, and hands you a chipped enamel mug of a hot, semi-potable beverage. A few somewhat-plausible tales are exchanged, and you either settle in for the night, or continue on your way.
But if burning man is your thing, that's fine too.