I failed to mention one of the biggest things to happen at Burning Man, which you probably guessed from the previous photo.
Bren cut his hair and beard off!
Bren had planned it before we got there. The uncertainty of not seeing his actual face in 5 years was getting to him. Besides, since he was losing so much weight, he wanted to see whether his dimples had gotten any sweeter. (Well, maybe that wasn't his desire, as much as mine :)
One of our camp members, Lisa, was responsible for the fabulous hair cuts. She is astonishingly good at it.
So this is Bren at the beginning of Burning Man, sporting the standard of the past few years, the "mountain man".
He did it gradually, first shaving off chunks of his beard, into a goatee:
Then, my favorite, the "civil war" coiffure:
Then long hair and no beard at all. This one is kinda creepy to me, I don't know why:
Then... gasp! All gone! I haven't seen this face since BEFORE we got married!
I should also mention that Bren lost, wait for it... 16 POUNDS over the past few weeks. He annoyingly looks about 10 years younger, making me feel like his older, fatter mistress... "Come 'ere sonny, let me kiss those baby soft cheeks..."