THE PIG Burn was a delight. It was truly one of the most meaningful times
I have had out in the Black Rock. Setup on Friday went without a hitch;
shade, friendship and good conversation filled the desert, while an
occasional rocket shot into the sky from miles away. THE PIG, firmly
anchored to the playa, might have yearned to fly with the AreoPac crew
but Mark had thoughtfully placed it so the rockets were out of
its view. I don't know how much encouragement it takes to get a pig to
fly, but it would be hard to explain Saturday night if there was just a
pedestal and no pig.
Friday night said farewell to a Technicolor sun as a full moon, blazing
orange and at times obscured by clouds left-over from Halloween,
peered over the top of Trego. As the moon rose, a soft glow that only
the desert can take full advantage of, lit the playa from edge to edge.
Saturday was upon us and most, some returning to camp from the various
hot springs, others deep in conversation saving the world, found a
little time to sleep.
Afternoon called for the table to be set, the linens to be ironed and
the glasses to be polished. Ironing tablecloths in the desert only
bestowed a sense of wonder for what epicurean delight was to follow, a
sense of wonder for those who have yet to see what the PlayaQ was
capable of.
Dinner started out with little bites of various meats; it was a bit
mischievous to watch the unfamiliar wonder who would serve such a
meager little bite and call it a meal. By the fifth course of baby back
ribs, meat staying on the bones only by magic, and the seventh course
of rack of lamb so tender as to threaten to float off the plate, well,
dessert was not an option.
The table for 60 fell into a food coma. A gathering crowd of locals,
burners and vacationers who stumbled upon a pig bathed in pink wondered
what was in store. Placed high up on a pedestal surrounded by fireworks
and silk, THE PIG waited for the moon to signal that it was time. Stacks
of cedar were ignited and the fuses for the fireworks were touched off.
Volley upon volley of rockets, showers of sparks, whistles and pops
filled the air. Only a few made their way into the crowd causing some
exciting dance moves. The flames, precisely timed, began to consume the
porcine effigy. A slight breeze rose, holding the flames to the back of
THE PIG and creating a magnificent silhouette. Finally THE PIG, fully
engulfed in fire, rolled over on its side and disappeared into the pyre.
The burn was indeed a very special time. Most every one spoke in muted
tones and enjoyed the company of those who could be there and I am
sure, thought of those who for one reason or another could not make it.
All agreed how special this burn was, the way people interacted, the
vastness of the desert not choked by fences and El Monte Rental
machines or rules and routines.
I thank Mark and Ilana for a wonderful vision brought to life and look
forward to the next time when such an incredible group of people can
trek out to the middle of nowhere and pull so much from the blankest
of canvasses.
- Super Dave