Monday we spent making 4:20 & Earth into a home, so I only talked to people that dropped in to check us out, like this nurse type.

I think this guy was the only South African that I spent any time talking to. Looks Zarish, doesn't he?

In the background of this picture you can see the dome lying flat. It took us some time to get it arranged and the stakes driven into the playa, but once that was all done we got eight volunteers to each lift a pole into place and the voila! It was up except for putting up the parachute dome...

Group W got it's name from that line in Arlo Guthrie's song Alices Restaurant where they put him on the Group W Bench because he wasn't moral enough to go to Southeast Asia and kill for Uncle Sam. Last year the Tuna Guys gave us lots of grief for just getting our name from the song, so this year we brought a sign and some picknik benches so we could have a real Group W bench.

By this time the parachute had been on the dome for some time...

This woman was looking for her friends campsite. She had been riding that bike for about two weeks, coming in from Denver. Of all the people I talked to over that week, she was the only one with that impressive a journey story.