If you’ve never been to Burning Man and you have even the tiniest amount of interest in it, then you should go. It’s really that simple. Don’t let the hippies or the hipsters scare you off, and don’t worry about how it used to be way cooler back in the day.
If it intrigues you, and quite frankly I think it should intrigue you, then make a point of going at least once in your life. I say that as somebody who’s been exactly once. I may go again, I may not. One thing I remember thinking at the end of the week was that returning would be a different experience. The first time was such sensory overload that it was hard to entirely take in.
Granted, for most sensible people, a dry lake bed covered in alkali dust in the middle of a desert does not sound like an ideal place to camp for a week. That’s true. But, it’s as much a part of the experience as the people, the art cars, the amazing installations, and all the rest of the craziness.
The most amazing thing for me was the unfettered and incredible creativity on display everywhere. It was wonderful and inspiring, and unlike anything you’re likely to find, at least on that scale, anywhere else in the world.