The Burning Man festival always reminds me of this hippie I met at a cannery one summer off the coast of Alaska's Aleutian Chain. Her name was Amber. She had dreads, and drew my aura. I still have the pen drawing of my aura. Looks kind of like a seashell. Once, she took me to the shack where her and her boyfriend were living. All the boyfriend could talk about was how he was hitchhiking down to the Burning Man Festival in Nevada. They hitchhiked everywhere. They hitchhiked from Wisconsin to Alaska the previous summer. So anyway. What do we got? We got a girl named Amber with dreads, a pen drawing of an aura, and a boy who wants to hitchhike to Burning Man. Here is the website that spawned this paragraph. Click on the years at the bottom.