The Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA), one surmises, is, on behalf of the Paiutes living along highway 447, the main route to Burning Man, stopping folks for minor infractions such as touching the yellow line, dim license-plate lights and speeding, even when folks aren't. Seems like it'd be easier to just charge a toll.
Having authority issues, I was relieved to find a back way in. So far I've only had to repair one flat; we'll see if it holds.
I don't have a ticket to the event, but hope to get close enough to see the art; even if only thru binocs. If, perchance, someone has some extra MDMA or LSD, that'd be icing on the cake.
Tonight's camp is about 75 miles SE of The Playa. Traffic has been heavier than expected. A Jeep driver who was lost needed directions to I-80. The other, headed toward The Playa, went by after dark.
A fyne adventure!
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