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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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