I wish I'd gotten pictures of the nighttime shenanigans, but digital cameras hate the night. A highlight for me was sitting around the fire Sunday night playing clarinet over Red's cello, with the fire dancers dancing around us. Unbelievable.

RealAudio Clips (all require RealAudio G2, sorry about that):

Clip One: Red on clarinet, me on cello (the jazzbo aparatus)

Clip Two: Red on cello, me on clarinet

Clip Three: clarinet duet (this one's a little half-assed)

Clip One and Two: Hear the two good ones

But alas, after 4 days it came time to pack up.

We left the essentials, like the pool and the boombox, for last. And of course we left no trace on the playa, except maybe a little green spot where we dumped our melted mint ice cream.

Here's our mighty convoy preparing for blast off. We were about 17 miles from the edge of the playa, and about 5 miles into the drive Van Glorious had her first breakdown. Red of course fixed it.