Sedona Sweat lodge with the amazing, mystical Rahelio

Photo courtesy of Rahelio's website

When you tell people you are going to a sweat lodge, you generally get two responses. It’s either, “Cool, can I come?” or “You’re nuts. People die in those.” 

I obviously fall into the “Cool, can I come?” category.

My first weekend in Arizona in 2012, I drove to Sedona to check out the mystic vortexes with an Indian Sharma that I found randomly through Google.  His name was Rahelio and I had an amazing time on his tour (see blog post)  - which was completely different than what I expected it to be. If you go, here's a note: you won't need hiking shoes and a big camelback full of water. It's very chill.  (You can read more about Rahelio on his website) .

 It was then I learned he also had a sweat lodge…in his backyard!  How cool is that? You know I had to go back to check it out. It’s taken me a year to get around to it mainly because Phoenix is hot in the summer and the thought of sweating around a fire when it’s already 118 degrees outside seemed really unappealing.  I needed the temperature to cool down a bit. And now that it's December, the time to sweat in a lodge full of strangers has come.

SCHEDULING A SEDONA SWEAT LODGE SESSION

But before I get into the Sedona sweat lodge experience, let me tell you a bit about Rahelio .

He’s earthy. And really laid back. I mean REALLY REALLY laid back to the point where he doesn’t schedule things, but kind of lets them happen.

Here’s what I mean:

"I’m thinking about driving to Sedona and do a sweat lodge session. Do you have one coming up this weekend,” I ask over the phone.

"I don’t have one planned yet, but text me Friday and I’ll see,” he says.

Apparently, spiritual sweat lodges aren’t like city-slicker yoga classes where you know there will be one every Saturday at 9 a.m. They are on a “need to have” basis and happen when they are supposed to happen – like destiny.

I love that Rahelio lives like this. I'm not like this. My friend Cristina calls me the Type A Hippie, which makes sense. I may not have concrete plans, but I do HAVE plans.  With Radelio, you have to accept that the not knowing when the sweat lodge will happen is part of the whole spiritual experience.

AND THEN THERE WERE THREE

Following the instructions, I text Radelio on Friday and hear nothing. I'm assume it's not happening and figure I will have to try the next weekend instead.

Then on Sunday night I get a text saying he’s going to have one on Monday. Can I come? Sadly, I work so skipping out the last minute to drive to Sedona to do a sweat lodge probably wouldn't go over well with my boss.

I text again the following Friday to see if he’s having one Saturday. He’s not, but maybe Sunday? Yay!! Sunday it is. I’m set.

And it turns out Sunday also works out for two of my friends. After listening to my on-going quest to do this thing for the last week, they too have decided it's time to meet their sweat lodge destiny. 

Triple yay!! I won't sweat...or die alone - depending on your sweat lodge perspective.

I was actually impressed my friends were willing to do this last minute because I knew nothing about what would happen or what to expect. In fact all I knew was that it was on Sunday at 4 p.m. and that it could be 2 hours – or longer. 

Rahelio also told me to bring towels. 

Did I know how many people would be there? No. Did I know anything about the lodge itself? No. Was it safe? Hopefully.

Yup… I was going in blind and dragging my two friends with me.


YOU DON'T KNOW SWEAT UNTIL YOU'VE SWEAT IN A LODGE

We arrived at 4:15 pm at Rahelio’s house in Sedona.

As we walked up the driveway, we were still unsure of how it worked and we were surprised at how many people were there. Thirteen people had shown up (we made 16) and many of them were first timers like us.

But the turnout wasn’t the only surprise. Rahelio’s backyard was also amazing. It looks like poop in the photo below, so you'll have to take my word that it was actually nice in real-life.

The sweat lodge was to the far left, but the right of it, he had created a prayer circle filled with comfy chairs, a futon, mats, statues, and crystals for people to mediate beforehand. He also had incense burning to put you in a tranquil mood. 

After we had changed into shorts, he had everyone enter the circular lodge single file and clockwise. We then waited in silence for it to begin.

It was fantastic…and hotter than you think it would be. But at the same time it was cleansing as the steam created from the water on the fire rained down on you. 

It was also relaxing and freeing. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about chanting and sweating with 13 strangers, but because it’s dark in the tent and Rahelio has a way of making everyone feel comfortable, it was fine. 

The place also smelled great.  He would through different herbs and plants on the fire like sage and cedar.  You inhaled this while trying to stay focused on the chanting, and when you left the lodge, your skin smelled like the plants as their scent mixed with your sweat through the humid air.

After about two hours, we emerged from the tent dripping wet. The sun had gone down and the Sedona sky was filled with crystal clear stars. Everyone (except us because we didn’t know) had brought food for a post-sweat lodge pot luck which was perfect.

Who would have thought chanting and sweating would work up your appetite?

FINAL NOTE:

Had to share this last bit. I wrote this blog entry during a plane ride from Phoenix to Calgary. After finishing it, I opened up the UP Magazine in the plane's seat pocket....and what did I see? An article on 4 ways to Explore Sedona featuring Rahelio!!! So unexpected and wonderful.

#NotJustAnyTequila: Giant girls, green glowing hoops -- and Black Barrel Tequila

Last night I dropped in on "The Bartender Oasis" on behalf of Hornitos® Tequila.  The event was pitched to me as an “unforgettable private event.” And they weren’t lying. It was fun, trendy and classy – and a little bit wild all at once.

MORE PHOTOS FROM HORNITOS BARTENDER OASIS

But what else would you expect from a tequila event that wasn’t promoting their everyday stuff – but an exclusive look at their premium Black Barrel brand? 

The tasting was so exclusive that the tequila won’t even be available until March 2014.  But believe me...the tequila will be worth the wait.  It went down so smooth that you won't want to waste it by hiding it in sugary margaritas -- unless  you really, really want to impress your guests.  

But the tequila wasn't the only thing memorable that night.  The event was held in downtown Scottsdale at El Hefe, where guests were greeted with green glasses, green glowing flowers and a super elegant giant green girl. 

She must have been over 8-feet tall on her stilts. 

Faces were painted in Dia de Los Muertos style, which I absolutely love – and I wanted to get it done if there wasn’t already a line. Next time for sure. 

Then there was the hulu hoop girl. 

Naturally, she was dressed in green and her hoop was glowing – because why not?  If you’re going to be a hoop dancer, glowing stuff is always good.  And  I have to admit she was pretty mesmerizing with her dance moves.

So why all the green?  It might have been because Halloween is coming and lime green seems to be in this year, or it might have been that in addition to the Hornito's Black Barrel Tequila, they were giving out shots of their Lime Tequila.  I'm going to be honest and say that I liked the Black Barrel Tequila better -- but that's just me.   

Maybe I'm a purest when it comes to my tequila and like lime free as there were certainly many others at the event who loved the stuff.  But that's part of the fun of Hornitos.  There's something for everyone.

Working out never felt so good with PUSHunderground

I love meeting people who are going after their dreams and that's exactly what Chelsea Good, Logan Williams and Meaghan are doing with their new sportswear line.

Their clothing line not only looks and feels great, but it's good for the environment. This is because the fabric is made out of recycled plastic bottles --- which is what got my attention. Clothes from water bottles? Cool!

“The plastic bottles are smashed and shedded and made into the material. It’s highly wickable and it doesn’t show sweat,” said Chelsea. “The shorts and tops feel so light it’s like you aren’t wearing anything at all.”



Their company is called PUSHunderground and their goal is to make the world and workout clothes better. But how they got into this venture is interesting.

“I was a high school history teacher and was passionate about sports,” said Chelsea. “I also come from a family of seamstresses.”

Logan has worked in the fitness industry for over 8 years, and has watched hundreds of people in the gym fight with their clothes during their workout.

"I was a personal trainer and nutritionist. I would see people pulling on their shorts or tugging at their tops during a workout and thought there must be a better way," said Logan.

The two women asked athletes, yoga enthusiasts and everyday gym goers where they needed their clothes to move and where they needed them to stay put. Then they made them based on their recommendations.

Shorts that aren't going to ride up? I can't wait to put them through one of my training sessions and see if they pass the test!

SPORTSWEAR WITH A PURPOSE

Now here's the really cool bit of their venture...

The clothing line is only one part of Chelsea, Meaghan and Logan’s goal. They said they didn’t want to make just another pair of shorts or another top, but wanted to come up with a way to make a difference in the world. 

You would think having the material made out of recycled water bottles would be enough, but it’s not. They want to do even more.

“We want to take on the crisis of clean, safe water,” said Chelsea.

That's one lofty goal!

Every time someone buys something from PUSHunderground, they are going to donate a portion of the proceeds to building wells in water scarce communities around the world. How nice is that?

A DOLLAR MAKES A DIFFERENCE

Of course, starting a business is expensive which is why the women have set up an Indiegogo account to raise the $10,000 they need to make their dream a reality. In less than 24 hours, they’ve already raised close to $1,000 so they just need $9,000 more.

But the cool thing is that if you give $9 or more, you’ll get a something from their sportswear line so it’s not like you are getting nothing for your money -- which I like because I don't really have money to throw away, but I could be tempted to contribute $35 for a new pair of workout shorts -- although I do kind of like their Flower Power socks...decisions, decisions.

So here's a quick breakdown:

• $9 will get you a headband
• $15 a pair of funky flower power socks
• $18 for a t-shirt
• $35 for workout shorts…and so on.

Check out the PUSHunderground Indiegogo page for details.

MOG100: One of the Toughest Ultras in America

Once you run a half marathon, you set your sights on a full marathon. And once you conquer that, then it’s time to think about an Ultra run – at least that’s how my mind works.

However, there’s a big difference between running 26 miles and 100 miles and even I know I’m not ready for a run that intense.  But I was ready to help mark the trail of theMogollon Monster 100 (MOG100) – or so I thought.

THE MOG100 IS ONE TOUGH ULTRA

The Mogollon Monster 100 is a crazy, rugged trail race located outside the town of Pine, Arizona.  But here's the thing, the "100" is really a lie because the race is 106 miles – approximately.  And if you've ever run any long race, you know those last few miles are the ones that kill you.

“We couldn’t physically use a tracker on the trail,” said Jeremy Dougherty, one of the race creators. "It was just too rocky and uneven to get it exact but we did the best we could."

The race climbs the Mogollon Rim and Jeremy says runners can expect to climb 23,000 feet along the way.  And the course is extremely technical and not for ultra newbies (like me).

The terrain is rough and ranges from steep climbs, rocky areas, streams and knee deep grass.  It’s not like you’ll be running on a smooth dirt path. This trail is hardcore.

Jeremy and a couple of buddies came up with the race one day while hiking.  It uses 35 miles of the Zane Grey Ultra route and then a bunch of other trails to make up the full 106 miles. 

And it's tough. In fact, Jeremy thinks it might be one of the hardest ultras in America -- it maybe even the hardest.

“Last year we had 32 people sign up and only 9 finished the race,” Jeremy said. “We’ve got 50 signed up this year. We had over 60 at one time, but a few people have backed out.”

Yup, it’s that difficult. So naturally I had to volunteer to help out.

PARTICIPATING IN AN ULTRA WITHOUT DOING AN ULTRA

I found out about the race on Facebook through a post. A fellow runner was looking for a pacer for the MOG100.

With a name like Mogollon Monster how could I resist not googling this beast of a race?  I checked out the description and the photos, and immediately fell in love with the course.  It’s gorgeous. Lots of trees, great views and the thought of running under a moonlit sky sounded fantastic.

Luckily I had plans already that weekend so couldn't sign up. I'm saying "luckily", because now that I know more about the race, I think I would have died if I actually attempted to complete even 50 miles.  Instead, I volunteered to run and mark a part of the Highland Trail the week before the race – which if you’re an "Ultra Race" novice like me is the perfect way to check out the course and be a part of the event without having to run the whole thing.

I had to admit, I was pretty impressed with Jeremy and his team for putting this race together.  It's not like he does this for a living.  He's a manager at one of the resorts in Phoenix, has a 14 month old son and squeezed in this planning in his free time.

"I had to pick this weekend because this area is famous elk hunting trips. I had to make sure there wouldn't be any hunters in the area while my runners were out there," Jeremy said.

Um, yeah... elk hunters and runners. Probably not a good combination.

Then there's all that stuff you don't think about when running a race, like getting the porta-potties up in the middle of nowhere, aid stations, accommodations for the runners and their families and friends, and what to do if a runner doesn't show up at an aid station when expected.

"Cell phone reception is sketchy on most of the route and so is GPS.  If a runner doesn't show up when expected, then we have to wonder if he's lost or hurt or just resting somewhere along the way," Jeremy said.

I looked around the dense woods and the steep hills.  Yup,  making sure we clearly marked the trail was super important as I would hate to be a lost runner -- and I would really hate to be the poor person who would have to go out and try to find them in the vast area, especially at night.

HOW HARD CAN MARKING A TRAIL BE?

I arrived at the Trailhead outside of Pine around 7:15 a.m. (45 minutes late as I got lost).  As I pulled in, I saw Jeremy and Justin getting ready to hit the trail.  

Justin was going to attempt to clear a path by lopping off branches and the brush.  Jeremy and I were going to run/hike the trail and mark the route with ribbon as we went. He took the yellow tape and I had the red "oops, don't run here" ribbons.

It sounds simple until you realize I haven’t actually ever run 20 miles of trail as I’m mostly a road runner.  While I run 15 to 18 miles each Saturday for fun (on roads), I’ve only run 8 to 10 miles on trails – and none of them were as rugged as this route.  

It took nearly 7 hours for us to complete the trail marking and I was glad to see my car at the end.  I was out of water, I was bleeding (a pebble in my sock had rubbed the skin off my heel), and my legs had scrapes and bruises from the branches. 

I hurt. And I smelled like...well, like someone who was running around in a hot, dusty forest all day. 

Just 20 miles of the Mogollon Monster kicked my butt and I have the biggest respect for the 50 runners who will be attempting to complete the entire 106 miles this weekend.  Good luck!!!!  And maybe I'll be ready to run it with you in another few years.

Burning Man: I never expected the Temple

The Temple - Burning Man 2013

Nobody warned me about the Temple at Burning Man.  My friend led me there on Saturday as he had a duty to fulfill.  The mother of a friend had passed away the week before and he promised to leave a message for her there.

He told me this in advance, but it didn’t prepare me for the power of the temple. 

We rode up in the heat of the afternoon passing through the now normal dust storms along the way.  I had my arms draped with yoga bracelets from Silver and Sage (one of my friend's friends made them)  with the plan of handing some out along the way – but that didn’t happen.

This is because this area is sacred…and a place unique to the rest of Black Rock City.

When passing through the camps lining the streets of the playa, you always hear some sort of music, conversation, laughter or a call-out for free drinks, free pasta, free massages or whatever people happen to feel like doing at the moment.

When you walk through the boarded fence marking the perimeter of the Temple, that all ends. The vibe changes. It's somber. It's sad. It's different.

The wooden fence outlining the Temple's perimeter

The first thing I noticed was the silence…and then the tears.

The dub-step beats you hear in the background in other parts of  Burning Man didn’t reach the Temple.  Here you heard the wind and sometimes that wind would trigger the gongs within the Temple to echo within its structure. But that was all you heard.

No one spoke. No one made eye contact.

It was a place to be alone with your own sorrow, hurt and demons in the midst of hundreds of other souls wandering around and doing the same thing.  You're lost and invisible in your pain amongst the crowd.

The Temple itself was a plain wooden pyramid that they would burn on Sunday night. But while it looked like nothing special, it was the most powerful structure on the property because it was filled with  a combination of human suffering and peace.

As you walked around and weaved your way through the sections, messages written in marker on the wooden beams lined your path.  The messages were simple -  but their honesty was raw.

Messages left on the Temple

While walking I read things like:

- "Sarah, please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”

- "1979 -2012 – He was taken from us too soon.”

- "I am beautiful…and one day I may actually believe it.”

- "Tara, I love you. I wish I would have told you.”

- "Please…give me another chance. Derek.”
- "It's been a year, and I still miss you."

There were also photos of friends undergoing cancer treatment,  those who had recently passed and shrines to friends and families.

The temple was truly an unexpected spiritual place in this vast place of dust, crazy outfits and happy go-lucky cyclists.  And I could see how when it burned on Sunday night how the experience could help release the emotions trapped inside the people there.

It was amazing.

Burning Man: Becoming one with the Playa

Our super decorated bikes thanks to my friend Jason.

After waiting hours in the "staging area", we finally rolled into the gates of Black Rock City around 4:30 a.m.

We were tired and excited.  I was a little worried my friend had given up on waiting for me and had crashed somewhere.  The one thing about Burning Man (and it’s not a bad thing) is that your cell phone doesn't work so my last text to him was at 7 p.m. in Reno with a note saying: “We’re on our way!”

Unfortunately at that time I was on my way and now I was nearly 7 hours late – and I had no idea where my camp was…or how this whole thing worked.

But I had nothing to fear. My friend had stayed at our set meeting point and he had my tacky fake fur thrift shop jacket I had bought for the trip -- and he had decorated my bike Burning Man style. Yay!!

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE BIKE

My friend, who was celebrating his 7^th Burning Man trip, led me around the city the next day for hours. I soon learned it’s all about the bike at Burning Man. The bike shows off your personality, but it’s also a way to get you from place to place.

Actually, one of my favorite parts of the whole adventure was seeing the people on the bikes. 

Bikes at Burning Man 2013

Imagine this – you’re pedaling through a dust storm. The storm has muted all sound and you can barely see.  There’s no one around you on the playa -- or so you think, but then suddenly the dust breaks for a second and group of wildly dressed people ride out of the cloud.

They are covered in grey sand, but their scarves, hair and wigs are flying behind them in the wind.  They are wearing goggles and pedaling bikes decorated with fake fur, plush animal parts like cartoon heads and tails, flowers and other crazy things.

And then they disappear into another cloud of dust.

It’s all a little bit surreal.

And it doesn’t matter where it happens.  It could be by the esplanade area that is lined with dance clubs or the coffee place.  



Hanging out at the far end of the playa.

It could also be by the Man.  The dust storms were sometimes so thick, you couldn’t see him perched in the distance on his spacecraft.

Or they could happen in the mid or far ends of playa where the large sculptures were.  This was my favorite area as it was a mix of isolation and crowded-wonder together.

I really did like the emptiness and quiet of the playa  -- and the respect it commanded.

DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT YOU SEE ON YOUTUBE

I admit I was worried about going to Burning Man. Not as worried as I was going my Guatemala Mission Trip a few years ago, but pretty worried.  I was concerned I wouldn’t fit in and I would be too conservative for the people who were there.

So I’m going give you a word of advice – don’t believe what you see on YouTube.  Yes, the images are real, but the essence isn’t. 

Typical moment at Burning Man 2013

Before I went, Burners told me over and over how crazy it was, how bizarre the people were, how big it was, how it’s all naked people and drugs and how my eyes are going to be opened.

Surprisingly, I didn’t find it unusual at all.  I expected it to be bigger, crazier, wilder, and more bizarre.  But…this might just be me.

I’ve done a lot and seen a lot of interesting things over the years so I might not be your typical Burning Man virgin.  Plus, I'm a writer -- so you know our minds are a little warped to begin with and unreal worlds are our norm.

But that’s not to say I didn’t enjoy myself. Once I realized I wasn’t going to be out of my element, I relaxed. 

Our fantastic neighbors

So here are the answers to the questions everyone asks:

1) Yes, there were some naked people there, but not as many as you may think.  I saw maybe 1 person in every 500. 

2) Yes, there were drugs and alcohol there – but compared to going to Lollapoolza or any weekend in Old Vegas, I didn’t see one person throwing up, not able to stand on their own, or urinating in the open.  

Sure, they were buzzed and happy, but the difference between Burning Man and every other crazy party I’ve been to over the years, is that here, people were very respectful to others….and to the playa.  People really worked hard to keep things as clean as possible which was really nice.

3) No, I didn’t feel threatened or scared at any time. 

THE SECRET TO BURNING MAN

Here’s the thing…people are busy doing their own thing and letting go of their own knots and boundaries that they don’t have time to worry about yours.

I found everyone was welcoming, chatty and curious.  There were a lot of people there who dressed in the “look” but when you talked to them or gave them something, they were genuinely surprised and grateful.

I had amazing conversations about creativity, where the world was going, technology, business ideas and a bunch of other topics that I've never had time to explore in my day-to-day life just because I've been too busy to sit still -- and other people like me were just as busy.

Burning Man is one world where everyone gets to stop and take the time to explore their own little world – and that’s okay because for one week, they don’t have to be anywhere else.

Burning Man Early Friday Morning: The Dream Circle Revelation

Hours later, we still weren’t officially in Burning Man. We were in the so-called staging area of timelessness --- mainly because no one had any idea when we would get in.  

We found out that the people in the vehicles two rows over had already been there for hours and hadn’t moved an inch. It was now midnight but time at Burning Man really didn’t matter.

Burning Man is a quest and the destination isn’t that important as the experience and attitude doesn’t really begin (or stop) at the gates. It is part of those who are attending.  And the cool thing is that everyone there is ready to accept things with an open mind.

It’s almost as if you can see the hole in the their normal barriers and their curious, searching tentacles reaching out to you.

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

At Burning Man, we are all children asking “Why?” And the question most often asked to newbies is “Why did you decide to come?”

This is the question Michael and Pimm asked us.  First time Burners like me, they were parked behind us in the “staging” area and had traveled from Amsterdam.  They had rented this Camper Van from Juicy Lucy in Vegas (Cool name. Plus, it's lime green and purple…how could you resist?) and were pretty much winging it. No bikes. No real plans or clue what to expect - except what they saw on YouTube. But they did have a whole lot of alcohol.

However, just like me, they had spent a lot of time on the costumes.  They were going to be gladiators and had custom skirts made and some sort of fancy helmet thing with lights that I didn’t get to see – but it sounded much fancier than my gold and purple disco shorts and Madonna-envy bra.

But let’s get back to the question of “why.”

Why were we newbies at Burning Man?  After a couple of shots of  Oliphant Jenever, a Dutch gin that was deliciously smooth, the words started to flow.

 Why was I there?  Hmmm…Well, my job is stressful and high paced so I was going to escape the boundaries of reality and take the time to see things in slow-motion, a difficult feat on its own. But I had some deeper goals.

In my quest to break down my barriers and inhibitions, I was looking to see if the Burning Man vibe would match my own and make me feel safe enough to release the constraints I put on myself in my day-to-day life.

Besides, I love art and the beauty of the playa had been calling me for years. As you know, I have a weakness for the desert and the dust is more than a little magical.

Michael was coming for a different reason.  He too had walls and fears to face. A little shy and an introvert, his quest was to work up the courage to talk to strangers.  Sure, he was talking to us, but it was his friend Pimm who first approached people, did the introductions and did all the talking to break the ice. Michael wanted to break out of his box by being the first to speak to strangers.  And what better place to take this chance than Burning Man?

Anna and I spoke to Michael for about 5 hours and we have no idea what he does for a living - which is one of the brilliant things about Burning Man. It’s not about what you do, but who you are. It’s an interesting switch as you aren’t defined by how you make money, but what you say, how you think and who you are as a person.

But at the same time, it’s scary – because so much of our lives is based on what we do for a living and what if the real us (without the job to back us up) is boring or lost?

THE RETURN OF THE GOLDEN CLITORIS

As the hours progressed, our conversations got deeper. Anna was a free spirit so when Michael decided to demonstrate how this creative technique he learned called "The  Dream Circle" worked, we were on board.

Carving out a circle in the sand, Michael tells us this is phase one. The dream phase.  It’s here you can dream of anything and not worry about the reality.

Anna immediately steps into the circle.

Image from burningman.org

“I dream of the Golden Clitoris,” she announces.

Michael and I don’t falter.  He draws another circle in the sand and tells me to get into it.  He says this is the area where the details happen. I have to decide things like is the Golden Clitoris big? Is it hard?

“It’s big enough to ride,” Anna says from her circle.

“It’s soft,” I say. 

They both look at me. Soft?

“Yes, it should be soft and comfortable – cozy-like.”

Apparently, they haven’t ridden a road bike for hours without a padded seat or bike shorts.  Believe me…soft is good.

They take this in and then accept it. Okay. Circle three: Implementation. 

“This is where they decide if the dream with the details can happen,” said Michael. “If they can’t, we go back to the dream circle and dream again.”

Interesting. Who would have thought I would learn something like this at Burning Man?

Burning Man Thursday Evening: The Golden Clitoris

Whew!!  It turns out Tania is not a serial killer, but a Burning Man virgin just like me.  AND just like me, she decided to take a chance and go all out by driving another Burner to the Playa.  Yay!! I’m so glad she took the chance.

In addition to me, she’s also taking her friend Anna who’s coming in from San Francisco.  Anna’s been to the festival one time before so she’s a little more prepared, which is excellent as it’s giving me the girl’s perspective on the event.

First of all she warns me about the dust. 

“The playa is toxic,” she said looking at my sandals. “You’ll want to wear your boots as much as possible as it’s going to crack the heels of your feet open.”

Eww… okay. Boots it is.

“And, if you do decide to go naked, don’t sit on the Playa,” she warns. “I had a friend who did that and she had Playa Pussy for a week.”

Tania and I let that sink in.  I don’t think either of us were planning to go naked, but imagining dried cracked feet in one’s vagina is enough to prevent that from ever happening – ever.

Which brings us to the Golden Clitoris.

Anna had recently heard about Sophia Wallace’s ClitorisaryProject and was enthralled by it.  

“Did you know that the clitoris was only discovered in 1998,” she told us.

We didn’t know and we were shocked (and more than a little saddened) by this new fact.

Yes, we just met, but were three highly educated, dynamic women – and when stuck together in a car for hours, we talked about stuff. Lots of very interesting stuff – and except for the boot warning, none had it had to do with fashion or beauty. But there was a long discussion about how men have gotten off with the excuse that not all women can orgasm – and whether it’s because they really can’t or because they haven’t been given the chance.

Yup…we were on our way to Burning Man, but ready to write a thesis on how the sexual revolution needed to be revised to reflect the rise of the female orgasm – with the help of the Golden Clitoris.

But our time together didn’t end there as we had an expectedly 6.5 hour delay at the gates of Black Rock City. No, there wasn’t any traffic when we got there at 10 p.m. on Thursday night, but there was some sort of “over-population” issue happening and the volunteers at the gate couldn’t let us in.  Instead they had to put us in what they call a “staging” area.  This sounds fancy, but it just means a massive line-up on the outskirts of the playa.

Of course, when they put us there, we had no idea we wouldn’t arrive at camp until nearly 5 a.m.

But when surrounded by fellow Burners, you are never bored because that’s when we met Pimm and Michael.

Burning Man Part 3: Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Playa

Two days until I leave for my first Burning Man experience and I’m running trying to get all the last minute stuff down.  I’m now the proud owner of gold and purple shiny disco shorts, an orange tutu, a lavender wig, bunny ears (borrowed from work), orange leg warmers, two different pairs of Steampunk style goggles, a weird fake fur coat and an assortment of shiny, pokey bras and halter tops that rival Madonna’s closet.

I also own killer biker boots and when I say killer, I mean they kill my feet.  Ouch.

Yes, I am colorful and shiny -- and if I had more time and more money, I may even be more bright and shiny. But I’m not exactly a Sparkle Pony. I might just be the Sparkle Pegasus, especially as I’m still worried about the camping part and hoping I can handle the dust, sleeping in the dirt and living outside for 4 days.

But let’s not worry about that now, because I have good news!  I have a ride from the Reno airport to the Playa!!!  I’m very excited about this, but don’t tell my mom because basically I’m doing modern day hitchhiking. 

I posted my desperate request for a ride on the Burning Man message board and a random stranger agreed to pick me up and drive me the 4 hours to the Playa. Very cool – as long as you don’t think about all those warnings you heard as a kid about accepting rides from strangers.

Her name is Tania – and she drives a Mini Cooper.  So she must be safe, right? Because how many mass murderers drive a mini?  It’s a super cool car owned by super cool people. Besides, where would they put the chain saw?  

Burning Man Part 2: Am I a Sparkle Pony?

Counting down to Burning Man. My ticket to Reno on August 30 has been bought and I have to have my suitcase packed and ready to give to my friend on August 24. 

The question is: What do I pack? 

Food is easy. I have my peanut butter and oatmeal (my staples for 12 hour hikes and 24 hour Ragnar runs).  And I gave my friend a couple hundred dollars to simply buy more of whatever he was bringing.  Done.

What I was stressing over was the outfits.  Burning Man is a strange event. You’re supposed to be a free spirit, but yet there is a certain look to “Burners.” 

It seems being a free spirit doesn’t mean wearing your comfy yoga shorts, flip flops and a bikini top.  Your free spirit is apparently your creative spirit and as an attendee of the event, you’re not just there to look at the large, interactive art and sculptures, but be part of the scenery – making you a piece of the art and an active participant of the event.

Oh…the pressure.

Unlike Halloween, you can’t just buy a “Burning Man” costume like you can with a pirate costume or a sexy angel costume.  It’s supposed to be something unique – but there are requirements.

1.  It needs to be warm as it gets cold at night on the Playa.
2.  It needs to have lights so you can be seen in the dark and not run over by people on bikes.
3. It needs to be something you can wear on a bike (no long skirts or things too tight to pedal in).

And I need to find 4 outfits for daywear and 4 for night time fun in a week – for cheap!!!

Pressure. Pressure. PRESSURE.

I ask my friend for advice and he tells me I can wear anything – but I should try not to look like a Sparkle Pony.

Hmmm....I’m so new to this whole Burning Man thing that I don’t know what this is.

So I do what every techie person does; I google it:

Crap…I think I may be a Sparkle Pony.

I'm going to Burning Man!!! (I think)

There are many rules I follow, but one of them is this: If someone offers you the chance to do something you’ve always wanted, say “yes” – even if you’re not sure you can pull it off.

That’s exactly what happened when a friend texted me yesterday saying he had an extra ticket to Burning Man that he wasn’t able to sell. He said I could have it if I went as his last minute back-up date and I found my own way there as he was going early.  I also agreed to paid for the gas on the way back, the hotel and my share of expenses. He would take care of the tent, packing and set-up, etc. Deal!

Burning Man has been on my Bucket List for years.  If you don't know what it is, check out this "what is Burning Man" link (although, I admit it's not that useful.) I’ve gotten close to going in the past, but haven’t actually done it yet for many reasons.  

1. First of all, the tickets always sell out and the lottery thing is confusing.  
2. Secondly, it’s expensive.  
3. And thirdly, I was a little scared to show up by myself as it’s massive and I wasn’t sure how it worked. 

I’m also not a camper so if I went on my own, I would have to rent a tent, sleeping bag and all the gear – and figure out how to put it up by myself in the middle of the desert.

YES, YES ,YES -- BUT NO, NO, NO!!

When I got the text message from my friend with the offer, my answer was “yes” – but my head was saying “no, no, no!” This was mostly because Burning Man was not in my budget this year. Even though my friend already had the tent and camping gear, I knew I would have to spend money to pull it off.  There was food to buy, gas and plane money, overnight hotel expenses on the way back as it’s a long drive to Black Rock City from Phoenix, and then the $380 Burning Man ticket  isn’t exactly cheap.

Then there are the costumes.  If you know me, then you know I don’t own anything Burning Man acceptable.  I own work clothes and working out clothes.  I would have to buy everything.

So this last minute trip was going to be a big last minute expense especially as my credit cards were already feeling the pressure of taking on my tuition payments for my Masters Program at Drexel – which brings me to the other reason my head was going “no, no, no!!”  

Burning Man was happening the same week my semester case study, multimedia project and final exam were due.  To pull it off going on the trip, I would have to go into a bit of debt (to pay my share) and I would have to finish my case study and multimedia project a week earlier than expected  -- which would be a struggle considering I only found out about the extra ticket 13 days before the trip.

But the hard part was the writing the final exam as I was supposed to write it the SAME week.   Yup, Burning Man was August 26 to September 2 and I had to write my exam between August 29 and September 2.  The exam is available through an online link – and there is no internet access at Burning Man.

So you see my dilemma? I was screwed.

LET THE SPINNING BEGIN

I instantly went into what I call “spinning mode.” 

I always believe there has got to be way to do something. It just might not be the way you expected to do it.  So I texted my friend:

“What if I only come for part of the week? Is that possible?”

“Yes. Which part?”

“I don’t know yet. When are you driving down?”

“I’m leaving Monday, and starting to drive back on September 2 and back in Phoenix on September 3.”

Hmm….this is not going to work.  More spinning.  Keep in mind I’m trying to save money and was really hoping to at least share a ride back with my friend to cut the costs. Flights were much cheaper during the week than the Labor Day Weekend -- so maybe if I flew back mid-week.  

“What if I go down with you on Monday and then flew back from Reno on Thursday?”

“You mean Thursday September 5?”

“No, August 30.”

“That would suck! You would miss the best part. You would miss the Man being burned and the Temple burning.”

Okay….I guess missing the Man being burned at Burning Man would be bad.  More spinning. The earliest I could write my exam was Thursday morning – if the link was available. Otherwise, I would have to write it on the plane to Reno and then quickly upload it once I landed.  I could be there late Thursday night.  I could then ride back with my friend. Yes, I think this could be doable.

Of course, there was a glitch to my plan.  How would I get from Reno to Black Rock City which was four hours away AND how would I find my friend when I got there in the middle of night?

Sigh….details, details.  I’ll worry about those tomorrow.