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.
I see we may have met....my coffee is semi potable for sure.
Yet it's the only hot beverage for miles...I've had a few night walkers appear out of the dark.
It's a little creepy at first, but half the time ,after things loosen up, it's a good visit.
I had an old Indian hail my fire once, he sat down, pulled out a cigar and reached in the fire to pull out a red coal.
He held that coal to the end of that cigar for at least ten seconds.....barehanded.
We visited over a cup of coffee for about an hour, and he walked off into the timber without a light.
I've never figured out who the hell he was, or what tribe he was from, and I've never seen him since.
As for the burning man.....I'm considering hanging up my fire axe, this last summer took something out of me, I don't think I'll ever get back.
