The following morning I awoke and set off into the city to fetch my tent and sleeping bag from an Alabama acquaintance. Our campmate brings us back via truck and we are flagged down by a group of San Fran Sweeties. Come on Ladies get your morning bloody Mary. We pull over, how kind of them to offer. We drag Sam out of the truck to join us at “Our
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The first time I went, 1999, I was completely overwhelmed by the depth of it all and not prepared for the cold weather. I still had a blast. The second time, 2001, was even mo' fun because I knew how to actively participate with an art installation/trampoline and laser driven persona, Racer Z.O.G.
Thanks for sharing your experiences.
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