We'd gone for the obligatory walk to the man, and I realized halfway there that I'd forgotten my hat and my sunscreen. We headed back. Both of us had been contemplating taking off soon, and what we found back at camp affirmed our intuition: something (wind? car?) had crushed some of the poles of the boite. Freaky.
We saw BIG storm clouds on the horizon, felt the first hint of moisture, and within 7 minutes had packed up, given away our water and exchanged email addresses with our neighbors, and were headed back to civilization.

Moments before we went strolling, some Reno kids sat behind our tent (refusing all offers of popsicles), waiting for one's mom to drop off a car for him. She did! Brought a car! on a trailer! to the playa! for him! Sooo spoiled! The car was bigger than the one the kids came in; I think he got the girl.

We spent the rest of the week hanging out in our amazing backyard, keeping up with the playa action via Wrybread.