Our camp is on the next-to-the-last block. The sunset view is toward the last block and beyond. Marcia puts up the awning.
The sounds never stop, but we have a relatively quiet spot. Loud electronic music is always playing somewhere, sometimes just a repetitive th-u-u-u-mp, th-u-u-u-mp, th-u-u-u-mp. People in all stages of dress and undress walk by, or ride on bikes, or drive two-, three-, or four-wheeled mutant vehicles. (Actually some had many more than four wheels. Mutant vehicles are a way for people to express themselves, and all must be licensed by the Department of Mutant Vehicles and are limited to 5 MPH. Mutants rove everywhere but the big ones are limited to the Playa and major streets). Everyone is happy and friendly, but not in any Pollyanna or stoner sense – just nice people, it seems, having a good time.
We got to our camping spot about 5:30 PM but it took until after 8 PM for people to stop fiddling with their camp gear and sit down for dinner. None of us, unless you count Freeman in his daily India attire, had a costume or anything particularly interesting to help us fit in – the best we managed was to wear little flashing green lights or red bike lights, just to managed some difference and provide warning of our presence to the thousands of roving bicycles and mutant vehicles. The five of us then walked the nine blocks to the Esplanade and enjoyed the wild sights-and-sounds until almost midnight, when we returned to our camp for sleep. I woke many times during the night and could hear the partying until at least four in the morning.
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