Let’s see if this works.
For the first time ever, there is cell phone reception here on the playa.
It took us six and a half hours–a straight shot–from San Francisco. We probably stopped for a total of 15 minutes for the potty and fast food. I was going 90mph at times. Long straight stretches of road hundreds of miles away from Baker Beach where it all began.
Exhausted after the record -breaking time in driving here, we drank sake and wine in our RV with other friends. Then we drunk dialed burner friends from my phone.
We are chilling at ARTery camp underneath a massive shade structure, misting ourselves with the water pump, eating wasabi peas, listing the ten songs we would take to a desert island.
I’m ready for a nap.