White-out coming

Another dust storm rolling in.

Drunken hula hooping

This was my first night.

After a harrowing 5 hour session of fighting our tents and convincing them to stay put in the 60 mph winds and dust storms, trying not to hyperventilate as we acclimated to the altitude, and staving off serious dehydration... my camp-mates fell into an exhausted doze and slept until morning.

I, however, could not.

The lights were beckoning. There was a soft whisper of dubstep in the distance. And so I set off. Within a half hour, I was properly drunk and playing with everything in sight. And thus, it began.

Fuego, the horse

Our neighbors came over in the dead of night and asked for our help. In the friendly community spirit, I jumped up and volunteered. Before I knew it, I was installing an art project: A life-size sculpture of a horse named 'Fuego' created from barbed wire. The following evening, at sunset, my neighbors lit his mane and eyes, and I at long last understood his title.

Fuego burned every night, all night long, and helped us to find our way back home.

Pyramid lake

The sight of such crystal clear blue water made us literally salivate. Our eyes drifted towards the beautiful lake, stretching on for miles, until it was once more covered by a low hill, folded back into the earth. Our thoughts turned to the road before us, knowing that was the final landmark before the gates of the promised land.

Lonely highway

The insanity of Reno

I want to see mountains, Gandalf. Mountains!