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I rolled in a bit before 1:30, even remembering to check my mail before ending the day.  I woke at about 6:00 this morning.  Shaving, showering, dressing, then off to breakfast.  I was at 65 mph, leaving Flagstaff, before 7:30.  I did stop at the proposed camp site, near the Grand Canyon National Park.  It is open, easy enough to access even with an RV, assuming it hasn't rained to recently or heavily.  That ate about three and a half to four hours.  As well, I did not see the exit to Utah 9.  By the time I realized my mistake I was low enough on gas that turning around, since there had been no gas stations for some very long time, was not possible.  I ended up taking I-70 East over to Utah 6, then up to I-15 that way.  Between those two things, a ten hour drive... was extended.

Tired to be sure.  It wasn't just the drive.  Of course.

Burning Man.

I survived.  Actually, finding if I could was, for me, three quarters of the reason for going.  Well, and to find out if I could survive if I could enjoy myself, at least a bit, in the interim.  As it turned out I enjoyed myself quite a bit.  It was easy to socialize, among other things.  I had thought myself both able, and amenable to civil affairs.  But with no real practice in... ages... I could not swear to it.  For my part, I enjoyed that.  When it wasn't too hot or I wasn't too tired.  I would say that between those things, a third of the rest of the time was open for discussions and involvements.  Ah, the other thing.  Yes, I was able to stay celibate.  Never to worry, I had... several opportunities.  I was so focused on maintaining my convictions, however, that I passed on some potentially promising contacts.  There were several decently attired, attractive, younger women who showed interest.  I don't know if they might have fit the profile I have compiled, having not explored, let alone whether their interest was merely academic or if it was... actionable.  However, from a number of things, I believe there is potential to find a woman even at such a place.

Oh, well, I enjoyed the interactions.  I cannot say others, including my camping partner, did.  I have discussed the possibility that I am immature, in a way.  From a number of factors in my life to simply not being out in the world I have not been... potty-social trained.  I say what I will.  Then again, I do not think I would change that.  While my friend was certainly more... diplomatic... he missed opportunities and had to be elusive, in my opinion.  As well... that is so... delta? gamma?  Something.  I think he hates me, sort of, now.  Though it might have been from advising him but holding a specific piece of my suspicions back, something he might have wanted to capitalize upon.  Which *shoot me* is precisely why I withheld it.  Can't be sure, suspect.  I hope a few days, weeks, or even months from now, he will be over it.  He has bigger worries though so I understand if he is too busy.

While I would like to go back, I am pretty sure I cannot do it alone.  I am not sure he wishes to go again, with me.  Further, he may not be able to go again.  Complications.  Time will tell.

Being rigged for minor camping though, I may begin to explore this area, for now.  I survived, with help.  Time to see if I can survive on my own.  I won't be as fast setting up.  I may or may not be all that active around camp.  Though with higher elevations on my side, perhaps it will be cool enough to do even more, in the way of hiking, fishing, or... whatever else is available.  Yet this year?  I just don't know.  I need a day, or two, or week, to decompress, clean, sort, and store my goods, gear, and self.

I will try to get the pictures and that story up soon.  I told you, I write what I think.  I may also have suggested I say just the same.  No secrets, if perhaps some hurt feelings?  That isn't the intent.  I'll write a bit more tomorrow. 

Good night.