In mid-June I joined a few friends in attending Lakes of Fire, a yearly regional Burning Man fest in Michigan. I wrote about some of the experiences in this post from June. Shamelessly stealing from my own post, here’s s background on Lakes of Fire:
Burning Man is the big yearly festival in Nevada. It draws tens of thousands of people, and – not surprisingly – has resulted in Burner communities springing up around the country. Some of those Burners then organize regional mini-burns, like Lakes of Fire, which are supposed to hold to the same ethos and general experience of Burning Man, but on a much smaller scale. I was invited to Lakes of Fire by a few friends I trust, all of whom are peripherally involved in the Chicago Burner scene. None of these identify full-on as Burners, but all enjoy the community to a greater or lesser extent, and I trusted them when they said they thought I’d enjoy Lakes of Fire.
That post, linked above, was primarily about my experience skinny dipping at LoF. I wanted to take some time to speak more broadly about my time there, and what I think of it looking back now.