Not Going. Not Going. Not Going. Gone.

July 29: “Got my confirmation that there’s a staff-discount Ranger ticket waiting for me at Burning Man, that I won’t be using.”

August 9: Camping equipment ready. Early arrival confirmed — still not going.

August 11: Still not going.

August 28: My vacation begins as soon as I leave work.

September 6, somewhere on 395: “On the way back from Burning Man. Tried to nap in the park in Lone Pine, bitten by horseflies. Nice soak in the hot springs in Bridgeport tho.”

September 8, back in the office: “Many hours of crisis counseling in Sanctuary at Burning Man didn’t quite prepare me for the fun we’re having at work this week.”