Lanes split. You stare at the back of a different vehicle for a while. You try to figure out what's atop it. And then things start happening much more quickly; you deal with the gate/perimeter crew and their inspection of your vehicle; you get moved on to the glorious Black Rock City greeters, who just make you bubble over with excitement at having finally arrived ‟Home,” and you forget all about your picture taking as you move on to the mad 2:30am land rush, during which you stake your claim to some prime Black Rock City real estate. You set up camp, and your head hits the pillow maybe an hour before the sun rises. . . .