wasteland weekend
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The Strangest Desert Festival In The World Makes Everyone’s Mad Max Dreams Come True
It’s 11am deep in the Mojave Desert, the sun already laser-boring into everything it touches, and Bob is driving the stagecoach a hair too fast, speeding down Fury Road while tidily dispatching his not-first Bud Light of the morning. The whiskey still fixed to the stagecoach’s roof rattles as the scenery whips by: People draped…