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Courtney's Journal

Monday, September 1st, 1997


The Rally is officially over now. I am typing this again on borrowed time and computer -- this time from my sister and her husband Keith's home in California. Keith is tired because he is finishing a Sony Playstation game, due to come out in September called Blasto. He has done some of the artwork for this and has worked hard on it for about a year.

I have pictures from the final hours I was at Burning Man, but the others are still in my computer, waiting to be uploaded. This morning was rough, as I was the only one in my room who didn't get to get online and I've got all my journal entries done through today, and pictures. However, as everyone went down to breakfast at IHOP, and I tried dialing in... but got busy signals, and was then informed the room had been checked out so I wouldn't be able to dial out at all anyway...

To top it off, after I stormed out and downstairs, I checked the laptop and got Hard Disk errors and all sorts of evil scary messages that basically meant I'm not getting in at all now, and won't get to my little treasures till some kind soul in Shared Tech. Services at Young & Rubicam can look at it and fix it for me...

Wah!

Riding in the car made me feel sick too, as we drove through awful highway congestion the entire time in California. Lots of post Burning Man attendees on the road, computer woes and being upset at the prospect of not even one day, morning, afternoon, or evening in San Francisco, let alone in California did not make for this Rallier to be in high spirits.

Plus i don't think i'm writin' too legibly either...

In Marinwood, Dave and I pulled over and waited for the cyclists to catch up. Uta's front break wasn't working so they had to go at a slower pace. (I should think so!)

They pulled into the Chevron station at 7:00pm. I pulled on the cherry red tomato helmet, generously donated to me by Greg for the trip, and we whisked away.

Rode into San Fran - over the stunning red Golden Gate bridge, down Marina street, Rice-a-Roni jingle bouncing through my head with visions of pleasing American people hanging out of trolleys going up the streets...

We pulled onto Folsom Street and parked in front of Cyberworld Cafe. Nicole was there! Yea! It was so good to see my sister, looking just as beautiful as ever in her nautical blue cropped jacket, white jeans, and hair tied up; and Keith her husband looked stronger, bigger, and sharp in his new close cropped haircut, beige Chaps button down shirt and khakis. After a few hours of revelerly in our "making it" a bit o' networking, and general good feeling-hugs-all-around, I knew it was time to have to break away and get home... Goodbyes are generally hard for me, but due to the rush I didn't think about the reality and made quick hugs and promises of keeping in touch.

I definitely will keep in touch. I couldn't believe, as I hugged Uta and Justin goodbye, that I'd just travelled across the country with them. I got to know them and share good and hard times with them, struggles of technology glitches, and triumphs and laughs over simple good times. Its unreal that its over. I'll never forget this trip. These people will always hold a special place in my heart and memory. It will take a few days (probably years) to truly reflect on all that's transpired and the importance it holds for me.

Well, I must upload some pics from Burning Man -- all i"ve got right now, and think of the next few busy days ahead...

--Courtney