Ola, a wee town, not too far away, is where the burningman tribe had a late-season last-hurrah campout. we were on a gorgeous property with stunning clouds and weather
various camps created little neighborhoods
the fire fighter camp has a goal every year to see how many morning beer bongs they can do before noon. this year they hit 100
candidates were easily found
cupid, arrow, victim (and in this case, his wife)
large art pieces were constructed and burned, but this little wooden dodo bird was my favorite
the man
our camp, many wonderful people live here
flying kites
music lounge and observatory
