It’s a festival in the middle of the Mojave Desert
All of this—the cars, the costumes, the choking dust, the binding heat—has created something as real, as lasting as any other community. At dusk one evening, things briefly quieted down, people heading to their tents to grab another layer of clothes. A group of War Boys—the bald, white, unsettling beings from Mad Max: Fury Road—marched down the street together, stripped to the waist, glowing faintly in the gathering dusk, like phosphorescent jellyfish. The lower edges of the horizon turned rose-pink. A small, trickling line of people ducked under the thin yellow rope marking the western edge of the Wasteland site and headed up a hill covered in rocks and scrub brush. At the top was a memorial, a metal screen covered in the names of Wastelanders who’ve passed.
4,100 people trek out to an enormous, dusty patch of rocks, scrub, and dirt near Edwards, California
I’ve never heard of this. Not even a hint. The pictures are amazing and it made me shake my head that anyone would spend so much money to do this stuff.
To see the dozens of photos and read the story, go to https://jalopnik.com/the-strangest-desert-festival-in-the-world-makes-everyo-1829467474
