If you’re recently exiled from the Thunderdome and love to get loaded with like-minded weirdos in the middle of nowhere, then Burning Man is for you. From its early days on a small San Francisco beach to its evolution into barren Black Rock City, Burning Man has become the destination for the Freak Generation. Once a year, roughly 48,000 “burners” from all over the world make a solemn pilgrimage to an ancient riverbed deep in the heart of Nevada’s Black Rock Desert, where they bravely form an “experimental community dedicated to the principals of radical inclusion, gifting, de-commodification, radical self-reliance and radical self-expression” (read: deranged art party). They build a three-story man-shape out of wood and burn it to the ground—for clearly pagan, neo-primitive purposes, perhaps either “free expression” or the ever-popular “circle of death and rebirth.” Bohemians beware: a trip to Black Rock City will cost you—tickets range from $210-300, which gets you…. in. And that’s it. Burners are responsible for their own food, water, shelter and recreational substances. Like the man says, “buy a ticket, take the ride.” Just be sure you make it all the way back.