In our last post, our plucky crew had just happened on a strange and impenetrable art installation in deep playa. Continuing on from there, they happened on a strange sight, four skeletons in front of a mirror. And then we noticed that they might be poseable:

And they were!:

Here was the very serious output of our work, or our marriage, in a nutshell:

Next on our trek, by the trash fence, we saw a very important warning sign:

For those who are not aware, the ‘trash fence’ is basically what its name suggests. Onsite, what you or I would label as ‘trash’ is generally called ‘moop’, or ‘Matter Out Of Place’. This is taken very seriously indeed, because if the Bureau of Land Management finds that the Burn has been leaving too much behind, they will not allow them to return. (And the amount of moop they’re allowed to leave behind is tiny, about 4″ square per 1/10th acre.) The ‘trash fence’ delineates the outer edge of the permitted area, along with catching whatever moop may be blowing in the wind. (It’s also the site of many actual late night dance parties, and the perennial fictitious ‘Daft Punk Trash Fence’ party.)

It’s also in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere, and far away from everything. Here’s kind of a panorama to give you an idea:

This may give a small inkling of the dry heat, the oppressive sun broken only by a refreshing wind every so often, a stark wasteland punctuated by oases of subtlety, art, and friendship.

And through all of this, carried by my trusty steed:

Note the parched playa underneath. Ideal conditions for biking, unlike patches like this one:

We continued on our merry way, on to more adventures in deep playa:

Stay tuned for more adventures in deep playa!