2003 was the shortest trip I've ever made to the playa. It wasn't at all clear if I could make it, in fact, because of obligations associated with my new job. But I was able to take a couple days and rent a car from San Francisco and drive madly to the playa for a brief photo expedition.
It was rather weird being a total tourist, especially since I didn't have any of my stuff with me. Jennifer sent down my camera gear by courier, I picked up a few bits of clothing from a thrift shop in San José, borrowed other stuff from friends and slept on random couches and places around the playa. It also meant that the ticket, which I bought at the last minute, was ludicrously expensive.