Desert to oasis

From the wiles of the black rock city I've emerged into my oasis of green.

White dust to black dirt.

Barren to lush.

Again I've taken the abundance of farm camp for granted.

Although camping at Burning Man has never felt so lush.

I've returned to the rustic life of having the bathroom 1000 feet from my bed, solar showers outside, no closet etc. My spirits wear thin though my convictions are still strong.

Thank goodness for morals.