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In the beginning there was the desert. |
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Entering the playa |
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Entering the city. |
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Our camp after we set it up. |
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Plastic trees and other art forms on the playa. |
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Why are we here? Good question. Why ARE we here? |
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And they said the desert was dry... |
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Yes, people did ride naked on camels. |
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Even The Man's friends got in on the act. |
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Being in the desert exhausts Ryan. |
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Being in the desert REALLY exahusts Ryan. |
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Frankie and Jay |
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Frankie and Jay's olfactory oasis: The Playa Flower |
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The dust storm cometh. |
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Jon in the dust storm |
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But the dust always ends... |
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and the sunsets were beautiful. |
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Not every camp came to fruition. |
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Yes, we love our president. |
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Yes, we love our SUV's. |
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Water is redemption. |
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Leave no trace. |
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Until next year! |
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