And what a week it was.
It's tough to sort it all into neat little bundles. I saw so, so much, and yet I only saw a fraction of what there was to see. I did so much, but... yeah, you get the idea. My highlights:
A real, shaded lawn in the middle of a vast, dusty desert. I napped there every day. The people at Astral Headwash, who washed and conditioned my crunchy, fried, hid-under-a-hat hair. The people who served ice-cold lemonade. Espresso Camp. Coffee Camp. Having pancakes, bacon and frosty-cold beer for breakfast. Sno cones. Ants on a log. A single perfect strawberry. The art installation full of yarn (I knit with glowsticks). The rebar-and-old-tire horse sculptures. The pirate ship. My campmates, all 15 of them. Riding my bike over a vast, open expanse of flat ground, feeling that same thrill as I did when I was a kid and riding my bike was undiluted joy. Hot cocoa and chai at midnight. The first hug from a stranger. Dancing inside a wall of fire. Big, tall, stompy boots as practical footwear. Improbably, ramen noodles. Dark chocolate. Getting to wear orange to Orange Camp. Getting to tote a parasol around (something I just may start doing anyway). The hammocks.
Baby wipes can get me clean from head to foot. Hardboiled eggs are crazy tasty for breakfast. Communal sunblocking is a good way to catch up on what happened the night before. Bikes are practical and fun! Cowboy hats look good on almost everyone. Watching a campmate, dressed as a crab, attack passersby will lighten any foul mood.
Easy Cheese is both a moustache and a snack.