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Camp Vortile Whorled Camp Vortile Whorled, seen here from atop the Pyramobelisk, with the Quinine Quonset Hut on the left. Situated at 4 o'clock and Earth, Camp VW comprised some 15 souls (including myself), who trekked from damp and cool Seattle to the arid and scorching Nevada Desert.
The Quinine Quonset Hut Camp Vortile Whorled set up and operated the Quinine Quonset Hut. Happy hour, which started at 4pm every day, was a big hit. How can you fail with free gin and tonics?

Keith from North Carolina Keith, who turned 25 on the day this photograph was taken, had come all the way from North Carolina. Y'all take care, now, y'heah?
Aboriginal body paint This woman painted herself purple from head to toe, and covered herself in aboriginal patterns. The best body paint job I saw at Burning Man.
Marc, Julie and Stuart Marc looks bleary-eyed from serving countless gin and tonics (think instead, Marc, of good karma). Julie looks merely surprised, while Stuart contemplates his next satyr-like costume change.
Dismantling Camp Vortile Whorled The shade structure was essential protection against the fierce noonday heat, although it did little to keep out the cement-like dust, which got everywhere.
Karen, coiffed by Waffle Marie-Helene, also known as "Waffle" and "Chica Loca", came all the way from Belgium. Some days later, in San Francisco, she suddenly glazed over, muttering "Deun't yeu jeust want to beurn some sheet?" Well, okay then.
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