Desert Rocks

A festival of love. Something about Desert Rocks has always held this euphoric air about it. Some magic in the air that breeds passion for the summer that's to come. This year, I had the playful company of my two dearest girlfriends Christie and Teri. We also spent a good amount of time at my friend Ronimo's camp. He's another who has stepped into the "father" role. Organizing a grandiose camp with two large TiPi's, inviting shade structures, a full sized travel kitchen, open fire pit, and sweet comfortable picnic tables. He was immaculately placed in relation to the main stage, so you could enjoy the sound of the tunes while still sharing intimate company. He brought along his girlfriend, Chris, who we quickly grew to love. As well as a shy long-haired spiritual fellow they introduced as Skeeter. Before long, he quickly earned himself the name of Sweeter. He was, in fact, sweeter than any man I think I've ever met.
Thursday night was mellow. The girls and I were tired from the events of the long drive. Teri got an unfortunate possession ticket to the tune of $1100.00. Not to mention, I'd guided us THREE HOURS in the wrong direction. There was a lot of strangeness in the air. We decided to lay low and crash out early, conserving energy for the remainder of the weekend.
Friday was exciting. We ventured out in costume wear, only to be forced back into our warmness as the rain began to fall. Evening came and we prepped for Spearit, one of my all-time favorite bands. Sound sucked, but we made the most of it in our glorious costumes. Christie was the winner of the evening in her "Prissy" cat costume. Looking and feeling beautiful, all eyes were on us as we would pass. I was supergirl, and Teri was the Earth Mother Goddess. This was an overall theme that carried over into the remainder of the weekend. In all moments the weather permitted, we were dressed to the nines. Daytime we carried our beautiful hand-painted matching parasols. Nighttime we did it up, with costumes varying from the always favorite Victorian Princess, Christie's hand-made (and beautiful) tree elf costume, and my all-too over-the-top Saloon girl costume. There was lots of mud and lots of fun. We shared some of the most drawn out belly laughter of my life.
There was an unfortunate fellow with crabs, which we spent a long hour or more laughing at before Ronimo was kind enough to confront. (Photos to come) This guy didn't take his hand off his crotch for any period of time longer than seven seconds the entire night. Kind of feel bad about it now, but holy shit it was amusing. This little pretty boy with entitlement issues.. Laying it on thick for Christie. The unfortunate truth is: he had crabs. Sorry dude.
The rain continued in torrents on Saturday. a wild thunderstorm that made my mind feel quite unsettled. There was an uneasy feeling I couldn't quite place. I spent the majority of the day in the tent. We ventured out as the sun paid a brief visit, watching as the forces of nature in the desert did their magic work. There was a giant river flowing through the middle of the festival! We walked cliff side to watch as the individual pools formed into one large one. It was really breathtaking, and we were lucky to witness the wonders of our planet. The sun didn't stay long, however. And when the rain returned, it dampened my festival spirit. I couldn't pull it out of the ditch.. decided to stay in the tent rather than put on more dry clothes just to wait for them to be drenched.
Sunday was wonderful. The sun was high and there was no question it was going to stick around. There had been a prior miscommunication with the girls, and they had to leave in the afternoon and head back to SLC. I didn't want to leave! I was lucky enough to find another ride and enjoy the one festival day that gave us proper weather and musical opportunity. The Mother Hips blew my mind yet again, making me all the more rejoiceful at my ability to stick around. Drank and danced into the night. Played some drums with my previous loves from last year. Took some new loves to play on the cliff side which sings to my spirit. Made some really heartfelt connections, felt more at home and connected than I had all weekend. Come Sunday morning, I was really missing that boy. After my things were packed up I was prepared to return to the Salt Lake Valley and melt under the heat of his smile. Somehow I couldn't shake the exhaustion!
I opted, rather, to sleep a solid 12 hours. Should make for all the more sweet a union this evening.
I don't think I mentioned it earlier, but I was right about him. Well worth the patience and the wait. His affections are heartfelt and sincere. He is wonderful and he treats me like the goddess I am. I'm lucky. I'm falling. Everything is just fine.