Cress, a sailor and writer, told me he had an extra ticket for Burning Man.

His book, A Voyage of Uncommon Sense: Sailing the 7C’s spoke of marinas full of moored vessels rarely venturing out to sea. Getting out of the harbour is motivated by purpose—and purpose gives meaning to our lives by motivating us. 
Others might ask, “Why risk the dangers lurking beyond the harbour?”
​Imagine a life without curiosity—the need to explore breeds adventure and renewal. We shift jobs, change careers, move neighbourhoods, try different holidays to escape. Road Trips are about getting away, seeing changing vistas. Going beyond comfort zones is rewarding. Escaping daily routine generates excitement: different places, subjects worth pursuing—not so much a ‘bucket list’ as curiosity-empowered enlightenment seeking answers to life’s situations.

“Think it over. Let me know if you are interested.”
Wasn’t I going to be fully occupied with a ton of shit to do for my new book? I considered what I had to prepare for the upcoming publishing date. Maybe I could work around a road trip, arranging everything in advance? I mean, this was Burning Man. I needed to lose my anal self-control.
Opportunity is often elusive or infrequent, at best.
If not now, when?
I did some research on the event and looked at Google Maps: 2 days to northern Nevada, 2 days back—how long at the event? Assuming 3 extra days to help setup (BUILD) and takedown (STRIKE) the camp.
Participants had to bring EVERYTHING. Food, yeah, but what else?
How much water for 10 days in the desert?
I texted Cress. Tell me more.
He got back to me. The theme this year is curiouser and curiouser.
How appropriate!
I guess I was going. 
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