Home Sweet Dome
Our new dome. Last year's camp pretty much fell apart during the storm, so this year, with a lot of help from our friends, we have a much more secure shelter. |
The inside of our dome. A little messy, but roomy and comfortable. |
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| That's me, Walter Rhoads. Every year at Burning Man I have some full-length pictures taken, to use as reference photos to measure progress in my fitness program. Progress over the last four years has been painfully slow. But if I gave up and did nothing, I'd soon revert to a barrel of sludge. So the process of transformation continues. To do otherwise is to die. | |
The wind eventually blew our shade structure down onto the dome, but the dome withstood everything beautifully. 
Tuffie standing outside the entrance to our dome. |
That's our dog Tuffie, enjoying the shade provided by our new domehome. She's a German Shepherd/Rottweiler/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix, but at 52 pounds is only about half the size her known ancestry would indicate. Probably the parvo she survived as a pup stunted her growth, plus there probably was some small-dog ancestry in her background. She loves heat and hates water on her skin, and doesn't even want to drink that much. Despite her black coat, she is well-suited to the desert, and will even bask in direct sun. Access to shade is all she needs to be content at Black Rock. It can't be the German portion of her ancestry that makes her a desert dog; must be the African, even though it doesn't show. And yes, she had her own ticket. We had to buy it for her, though. Next year maybe she'll buy her own. |