26 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Burning Man.

To my immense delight, Dave greeted me at the airport.  I piled into a minivan and raced away on a magical, exhausting adventure that took us 100 miles away from Reno to the town of Lovelock, where we dragged Burning Man supplies out of storage and got a wedding license for Sarah and Todd. 

We ate at Sturge's, where I actually had to sign a form in order to receive a medium rare burger.  That night we hit Reno, which was predicably awful but not as bad as Vegas.  At least there is still old-school signage and architecture in Reno.