Ten ways Burning Man is like hiking the Appalachian Trail, and one way it's completely different

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I’ve done them both.  Hiked the entire AT in 2009. And this year?  Attended Burning Man.  Two quintessential “bucket list” items for many. Folks are curious and excited to hear about my adventures, and how they compared to what they’ve read or heard.  Both experiences snatch you out of your comfort zone and deposit you into a new world with different priorities and expectations.

Here's my take on what Burning Man and hiking the AT have in common:

1. There are a million ways to do it. On the AT, there’s a saying: “Hike your own hike.”  At Burning Man, it’s “Own your burn.”  You choose how, when, and where to participate. Focus on the daytime or the nighttime (yes, I met a thru hiker on the AT who completed the lion’s share of his miles after dark.)  Enjoy it on your own or with a ton of people.  Do it in the lap of luxury with fancy gear, fancy food, fancy clothes, or on the cheap, with a sarong or shorts and a reliance on serendipity to provide what you need.   Both on the AT and at Burning Man, you still bring yourself.  If you’re an optimist you’ll see the fun and wonder. If you're a glass half empty type, you’ll find plenty to complain about.  Me?  I loved Burning Man!  I enjoyed it late at night, riding my bicycle from light to light in the open playa, finding amazing art or perhaps a grilled cheese stand set up at 4 a.m. in the middle of nowhere. I loved it in the early morning as the first rays of light hit the mountains surrounding the Black Rock Desert, touching the gigantic sculptures.  I loved walking and bicycling alone, just me and the stars and Milky Way, and I loved joining in with giant dance parties under black lights.  I loved slipping into a big crowd and I loved having a heart to heart conversation with a new friend.   I loved staying in camp and watching the world go by, art cars driving past spewing flames and playing disco, and people stopping to play with our giant Jenga game. And as a first-time attendee, I know I only scratched the surface of what's possible.

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2.  The age range is more diverse than you might imagine.  Both on the AT and at Burning Man, there’s a big bunch of people who are either in their 20s or retired.  It’s often easier for folks at these stages of life to drop what they’re doing and head out on an extended adventure.  However, there are people of all ages.  Kids, babies, families – all manner of folks who have made it a priority to incorporate wanderlust and whimsy into their daily lives.

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3. There’s an online mythology and a year-round community that get you thinking about the possibilities of how your "regular life" could be so different. You can learn a lot about either of these incredible experiences via message boards, Facebook groups, videos, images, how-tos, coffee table books, personal accounts and more. While Burning Man happens for one week in the desert in August and thru hiker season generally runs from March through September, both of these communities stay connected  via events and get-togethers all year.  Some people are so moved or changed by the experience that they devote large chunks of their lives to sustaining and promoting it.  They volunteer.  They find ways to support and serve other participants.  They go back, over and over.  They feel most at home with others who have shared the adventure.  The philosophies are similar. Burning Man’s ten principles resonate beautifully with what you need to do to successfully complete a thru hike, and the lessons from both experiences alter the way you see the regular world.

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4. Magic permeates both worlds.   Both communities have sayings about how “The Trail Provides” or “The Playa Provides”.  Both experiences are enchantingly infused with moments of synchronicity.  On the AT, “trail magic” in the form of surprising edible treats or rides to town makes all the difference for weary hikers.  At Burning Man, it seems as soon as you talk about something, you conjure it up.  We were dancing at this incredible outdoor club around 3 a.m., when one of the guys in our group mentioned this amazing service where you can brush your teeth in the middle of the dance party.  Not moments later, we noticed an adorable red cart with a light-up tooth perched atop it.  People were gathered around it, selecting brand-new wrapped toothbrushes hanging on a string across the cart, dispensing toothpaste, getting drinks of water and rinsing in a tiny sink – all in the dark in the middle of the night while techno music blared and fire blasted from portals on the stage around the DJ and from columns all around us.  Surreal and definitely magical!  On a different night, one of the guys in our group wore a three piece suit, convinced that this was the night he would run across the pop–up martini bar in the middle of the desert.  Sure enough, as we bicycled across the dark dusty playa, orange lights in the distance beckoned us to a full martini bar complete with comfy chairs and tables, jazzy music and top-shelf drinks in light up glasses!  Captivating!

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5. Some believe that the crowds and publicity have ruined the experience. I’ve heard the same complaints about Burning Man and the AT.  There are too many people.    They’re wrecking it for everyone else. Old-timers reminisce about the way it was back at the beginning, when there was more self-reliance, more moxie, less gear, fewer gadgets. Technology is infiltrating both experiences, and people have varying opinions as to whether this is a good or bad thing.  My thoughts are that change is inevitable, and that both of these communities can handle the shifts that come.  I believe there’s enough of a collective culture to maintain the essence of what’s most important about both of these experiences.

6.  You will get dirty.  If you have an issue with filth, dirt, dust, mud and not showering regularly, you should take both Burning Man and the AT off your list.  I went through a giant pack of wet wipes at Burning Man – my camp mate said I was like a cat, wiping out my ears, cleaning my face and hands constantly!  On the AT, I could splash in a stream or creek nearly every day – at Burning Man all waste water needs to be collected or evaporated so it’s more complicated.  Both places offer opportunities for getting clean – showers in hostels and hotels and sometimes even on the trail on the AT, and at Burning Man, an incredible group shower rumored to be hosted by the son of Dr. Bronner, where you can have the best-smelling most wonderful soapy foam sprayed on you and rinsed off while you crowd naked into the “human carcass wash” with 60 other dancing happy people at a time!  Great fun and one of my favorite memories!

7. Go ahead and do your research, but you can't be completely prepared for what you encounter. And yes, you will be changed.  No matter how much research you’ve done, something about the experience will surprise you and shift your perspective. You'll try things you didn't know you could do.  You'll see things you've never seen before.  You'll be amazed at your own capabilities.  I know that six months on the AT changed me – you can read how here (and it's amazing how what I wrote about the AT is so similar to what I hear from folks about how Burning Man changed them.) I’m still trying to determine what’s different about me since Burning Man.  I've been turning over the memories in my mind, noticing what I return to.  It may be a little while before I've completely assimilated my big change from Burning Man.  I know this - I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of creative projects, from art cars to interactive sculptures to clever and humorous camps, events, offerings - it was a carnival for the senses! - and it inspired me to remember what is possible when people rely on their fantastic imaginations.

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8. You'll create lifelong bonds in a very short time, and you'll be blown away by the generosity of fellow humans.  When you spend one stormy night with other hikers in a drafty leaky shelter, you bond for good.  You share your energy bars and your hot chocolate.  You sing or tell stories to pass the time. You learn more about each other than about coworkers you've known for years.  When you spend five hours in the Burning Man Will Call line getting rained and hailed on while lightning strikes the mountains surrounding you, you form a little family with your line-mates.  You gather under the one umbrella.  You share your snacks and water.  You find each other later, hugging like long-lost friends.  People you met for just a few moments or just one evening become people you welcome into to your home when they're traveling through.  Both on the trail and at Burning Man, I was overwhelmed by the generosity of people giving because they can.  While hiking I received a ride to a town over an hour away to get new shoes when I needed them, and multiple times I was treated to deluxe meals by lovely people who simply wanted to cook for hikers.  At Burning Man there are so many gifts - from the peanut butter and jelly cart that wandered the city every day offering folks a station to make a sandwich to the Fish Camp that grilled, prepared and served hundreds of pounds of fresh tuna and salmon to any one lucky enough to find them.  I enjoyed snow cones and lemonade, and any number of other fabulous drinks. I got free bunny ears and face painting for the Million Bunny March Against Humanity, which was humorously crashed by carrots looking for their own rights.  I was gifted so much beautiful handmade jewelry that I couldn't wear it all at once.  I could have picked out lingerie or costume supplies.  I could have ridden on the two story zip line.  There were so many workshops, encounters, parties, dances, performances - hundreds and hundreds of them!

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9. You'll forget the hardships, remember the highlights, and miss your trail/playa persona. While there you'll crave certain things that are harder to get like showers or clean cozy beds or time with your loved ones, but when you return home, the happiest of memories will expand to fill your brain with endorphins.  You'll forget the sore legs and feet from miles of hiking or the bruised butt from endless bicycle riding on the dusty playa.  You'll remember the spectacles – the views, the burns, the interactive art, the wildlife.  You'll remember connections with amazing people, and you'll remember stretching your capabilities and boundaries beyond what you knew you could do.  You'll miss being called by your playa name or trail name, and you'll miss living in a different world that happily removed you from ads, news and other cultural static.  Personally, I'm lucky to live a very free life in New Orleans, where I can wear and be whoever I want every day, so I didn't feel I needed to be a completely different person on the AT or on the playa, but I still loved dropping all the external routines and constraints and living completely differently.

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10. Fire is important, and Nature wins.  On the AT, people call campfires “hiker TV”.  They’re a place to gather, warm yourselves, share your stories, dry your boots and maybe cook your food.  Burning Man takes the fascination with fire to a whole new level.  Everything that can spew fire does.  It's amazing seeing the playa light up for blocks and blocks from the fire blowing through a small spout on one tiny art car or watching the giant man burn for over an hour before he falls.  Yet no matter what people create, Nature has the final say.  Heavy morning rains shut down Black Rock City for an entire day, and dust storms completely hid giant sculptures from view. On the AT, you can jeopardize your well-being or even your life if you ignore the weather or are unprepared for it, and that's true on the playa as well.

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And that brings me to the way that Burning Man and hiking the AT are completely different:

Burning Man encourages over-stimulation and venerates the constructed world, while hiking the AT encourages solitude and venerates the natural world. Burning Man is fast, loud, nonstop, in your face, constant, 24 hour, party-centric, with rarer moments of quiet and grace, while the AT is stillness, meditation, openness, with rarer moments of loudness and celebration.

If I personally had to choose just one?

I would pick the AT.  I don’t need an expensive ticket to enter the wilderness of the Appalachian Trail.  Nature rejuvenates me more deeply than booming techno club music, which is virtually inescapable at Burning Man, no matter how deeply into the playa you cycle.  I would rather happen across a wild bear than a shirtless guy in fur pants and a fuzzy hat.  I missed nature so much during Burning Man!  I greeted every fly, gnat and moth I saw (less than a dozen total) with gratitude.  The four birds I witnessed flying across the playa were met with wonder and thanks.  The two different kangaroo mice at the temple were such special encounters – I don’t know if they survived its immolation, but I didn’t know how to help them.  I watched and noticed the stars, the mountains, the sky, the sun.  (Others did too; every evening as the sun dips behind the mountains, wolf cries and hollers emanate from the camps as people honor the transition from day to night.)

I generally don’t go to cities on vacation – I go to woods, beaches, mountains, valleys.  So while I loved the unbelievable artwork of Burning Man and the creativity of everything from the theme camps to the poems in the porta-potties exhorting people not to throw wipes in them,  I missed trees, grass and flowers.  I prefer nature to the constructed world, even when that world is dazzling, whimsical, awe-inspiring, huge, fantastic, and full of friendly, interesting, creative people.

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Happily, I don’t have to choose.  I know for certain that my feet will walk on leafy trails marked with white blazes of the AT many more times, and I have a hunch my toes will once again touch the dust of the playa at Black Rock City.

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How about you?  Have you hiked on the AT or been to Burning Man?  Or do you dream of doing either?  Which would you choose if you had to pick?

Manifesting Madonna

Have you ever heard of a vision board?  It’s like a collage – a visual representation of what you’d like to have happen in the future.  It’s a fun way to articulate your goals or dreams, and strangely, once you put it out there in words and pictures, circumstances begin to align to allow your dreams to actually happen! Some people might call it magic, or harnessing the energy of the universe or angels – but it’s really quite practical.   It’s just like when you learn a new vocabulary word – one you never even knew existed, and then you see it everywhere.  You won’t notice something until you put your attention toward it.

I like to play with vision boards.  I like thinking about what I want and then finding the words and images to go with my vision.  So about six months ago, I made a vision board about my business.  And one of the images I put on it was Madonna.  She was in dark glasses and red lipstick.  She looked confident and composed.  She’s Madonna, after all!  I put her on the board because I wanted to channel Madonna’s fearless energy, her willingness to push boundaries, her total comfort in her own skin.  Madonna is a badass.  And I admire her for that.

A couple of days after I made the vision board I read somewhere that Madonna was coming to New Orleans in October.  And I thought, “Huh.  Maybe I can manifest some Madonna tickets too.  Wouldn’t that be cool if I end up at the Madonna concert in October?  Then I’ll really believe in this vision boarding stuff!”  And then I looked up the prices and thought, “No way.”  And I forgot about it for the summer.

October came.  And nothing.  Oh well.  Then the night before the concert, I was having cocktails with a dear friend and she mentioned a friend of hers was trying to get rid of Madonna tickets. My ears perked right up – Madonna tickets?  Say more!  Did my friend want to ask about them?  Did she want to go?  Yes and yes.  So she texted and asked if the tickets were still available.  We continued to sip cocktails and snack and chat while we waited about 45 minutes to hear back.

Yes – they were ours!  I thought, “Why not?”  I never, ever, ever buy big arena concert tickets – the last arena show I saw was the Grateful Dead in 1990 or so and before that maybe Peter Gabriel in 1987.  Seemed it was time to go ahead and go for it.  I told my friend my cool vision boarding story.  How I’d manifested Madonna.

She said, “That’s not manifesting.  You still have to pay for the tickets!”  And I said, “Hmm, that’s true.”  And then I checked my phone.  And about ten minutes after she had asked for the tickets from her friend, I’d received a PayPal payment for a class that had already begun the night before, from someone I’d never heard of – exactly enough to cover the tickets and a drink and food too!  This felt like free money because the class was already going, new person or not .  I thought, “Wow – the universe really is sending me a wink!”

It gets crazier.  Unusual circumstances led to my friend not being able to go to the concert.  So now – should I go alone?  Hmmm.  I went ahead and went.  And I ended up sitting next to an old friend who I hadn’t seen ages! What are the chances of our tickets being near each other? And because Madonna didn’t come on stage until about 10:30 p.m. when the tickets said 8 p.m., it was good that my original friend wasn’t able to come – she would not have been happy waiting around for 2.5 hours!  Somehow we heard through the grapevine that Madonna would be coming on very late, so we just settled in, relaxed, and people-watched.

Then, finally, Madonna.  She still has it.  She’s still pushing the envelope.  We sometimes forget when we’re recalling the lace and the perky songs about stars and holidays that she’s always done some pretty edgy stuff and stretched her audiences past their comfort zone.  This show was no exception.   There was so much to see, so much to process – it was quite a spectacle! She's definitely still a badass.

You can call this whole set of circumstances coincidence or luck or whatever.  I know that.  But I love this story, and I love my vision board, and I love that I manifested Madonna!  And I love that I can be open to great fun and amazing possibilities every day.

How about you?  What do you dream of?  Let me know what’s on your vision board, and if you have a great “manifesting” story, please share it in the comments! And enjoy the slide show of the concert and the fabulous outfits people wore to celebrate!

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The power of story, and an intervention by angels...

Within the first couple hours of our road trip to Colorado earlier this month, we lost a wallet.  Not fun, right?  Here's what happened.  We stopped at a convenience store just over an hour away from home to grab some soda and juice.  My sweetheart started to give me his wallet to pay, and I said, no - it's ok - I have mine.

We kept driving.  To Alexandria, Louisiana.  Now about four and a half hours from home.  And we got to the hotel, and my sweetheart said, "Honey, what did you do with my wallet?"  Oh.  No.  My stomach dropped.  Had he handed me his wallet while he went to the bathroom?  What did I do with it?  Did I leave it on the counter? We searched high and low.  In every possible nook and cranny in the car.  We didn't find it.  It was 10 p.m.

Ok, so I asked myself, what's perfect about this?  (Very hard in a situation like this, believe me.)  I always start with, "We're ok."  Then, "There wasn't that much money in it.", Then, "Only one credit card to cancel."  We got on the phone and took care of that.

Then there was the matter of the driver's license.  And here the angels intervened.  1. We were still in Louisiana.  2.  We had internet and a laptop to easily search for Motor Vehicle offices.  3.  The office in Alexandria was literally less than a five-minute drive from our hotel! Can't you hear the angelic choirs singing??

We went there the next day, first thing.  And there wasn't much of a wait.  (Go, angels!) And they renewed my sweetheart's license so he won't have to wait in line in a couple of months in New Orleans.  And then it was done and we were on our way.

"Ok", you say.  "I get it. Angels intervened. But what about the power of story? Why is that in the title?"  Well, a couple of reasons.  We could have used a lot of energy telling a really different story about this.  About how awful it was.  About how we couldn't believe that no one had turned in the wallet (we did call the convenience store - amazing that we were able to remember which one and find its number online!) About all the money we'd lost.  About the hassle of changing online accounts to new credit card numbers.  About how stupid I was for leaving the wallet on the counter, or wherever I'd left it.  We could have seen it as a "bad omen" for our whole trip.

But we didn't.  We had a fantastic trip.  We didn't even think about it much except that my sweetie had to ask me for my credit card when we'd stop for gas.

And then we came home.  And you will never guess what was on my sweetheart's desk. Did you guess? You're right! His wallet.  Because he'd never brought it in the first place. He'd only offered to pay.  He had never actually handed me his wallet!  We'd completely fabricated that part of the story!

And here's where the angels actually intervened.  What if we had realized we didn't have the wallet at the convenience store- one hour away from home?  We would have probably driven back to get it, which would have taken more than twice as long as what we ended up doing.  And it would have been a very un-fun two hours.  In traffic.

I make up stories all the time - I create motives, fabricate background information, and selectively remember facts.  And I just finished a book, a rather dark book, but an incredible story that illustrates this so well.  It's called The Sense of An Ending, by Julian Barnes.  It's a short, engaging novel that so clearly illustrates the power of story to affect real lives.  You'll think you know what's happening right up until the end - I won't spoil it.

So, what stories are you telling yourself these days about the circumstances around you?  Do you have a good example of how you turned around what seemed like crummy circumstances into a better story?  Are you noticing the intervention of angels/the universe/luck, or whatever you want to call it, in your life?  I'd love to hear!  Email me at carla@livingwildandprecious.com or share your story in the comments below.