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Marc

Marc was so dirty. We thought he looked like Pig Pen. Since we were breaking down camp we were also breaking down the shower. It was starting to shape up that we would have to go all night, the next day and fly home without a shower. In a fit of despiration JJ declared that he would Fedex the shower bag back to whomever owned it. In the end Marc and I stood in a bucket and poured cooler water over ourselves. As part of the "Annual lowering of the standards" (my friend Kate's nickname for Burning Man) it seemed like a perfectly normal shower.