Apocalypse Not: I Got Engaged in the Mud at Burning Man
Burning Man “participants” pause under a double rainbow after rains turned the festival site in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert into a mud pit. (Julie Jammot via Getty Images)
The press loved reporting that the desert bacchanal was hell. But my first Burn was sublime—and a splendid place to accept a proposal.
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It was early Friday afternoon, right after my campmates and I exited a completely naked yet surprisingly chaste group shower organized by soap maker Dr. Bronner’s, when the rains started in Black Rock City, the temporary metropolis in the usually blazing hot Nevada desert where Burning Man takes place every summer.
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