Hi,
We took a couple of weeks off because my parents needed their garage back. This past weekend the girls and I went up to my parents' cabin with three of my friends and their six daughters for our version of Burning Man. The real Burning Man is a counterculture festival that is held each year in the Nevada desert. The highlight of which is the construction and burning of a 60 foot high wooden man. Our version was a lot tamer, no hippies, no pharmaceuticals, just four dads, nine daughters and a 12 foot man made of lumber, fireworks and kerosene soaked rags. We had a great time and no one ended up in the burn ward.
Elsa: We built the torso out of an old trunk and filled it with an old boat cover. We named the Burning Man Marvin and he had a happy face on one side of his head and an angry face on the other side. We put tiki torches around Marvin so as to warn any snowmobilers of the giant, flaming monster. However, they could probably see it. We left the tiki torch oil out, and it caught on fire! Surprisingly, the ice did not melt underneath Marvin, nor did the snow. It was a great show, with lots of lights and flames.
Greta: When we did burning man I liked it when the head fell off. The ice did not melt. An idea for next year is to set a burning man on fire with a flaming rocket. That is why we did not work on Bergita .
Ingrid: Burning Man was fun. And there were fireworks. There was huge flames. And the tiki torches I didn't even want to go near or in. And Burning Man we named Marvin. At the end we ate Peeps. Then we did do smoke bombs at the end. And we slept there, too. And one more thing: love, Ingrid.
