Mission Country Club is an organically-grown Burning Man theme camp. The camp consists of friends and family from San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Los Angeles, Washington DC, Boston, New York, Ireland, England, and Belgium. 2008 will be our 5th year on the playa, although in the past we have gone under various names. We have been camping on the corner of 2:30 an D for the past 3 years and have held our wildly popular annual Sangria SoundClash party on Thursday afternoons since 2004.

*************    FOR 2008 WE HAVE BEEN PLACED AT 3:00 & GREMLIN    ****************

2004 - Our first experiment with dome living. 15 or so camp members, a little bit of a remote location, and slightly cramped quarters. We kind of call ourselves Wit’s End and we throw a Margarita party on Thursday  afternoon….it is fun. We learn that taking a camp photo at night is not the best idea.

2005 - We change our name to Down the Rabbit Hole Camp only to find out that there are at least 2 other Rabbit Hole camps…Camp grows to +20 folks….We build a second bigger dome! We start our love affair with 2:30 and D and become quick friends with our rowdy degenerate neighbors at the Petting Zoo (days since last helivac to Reno: 0) We host the first ever Playa Capture the Flag game which draws 80 participants and kicks off our first annual Sangria Soundclash party on Thursday at 4:20.

2006 - Determined to not have a dupliacted name we call ourselves Pachecopolis, which nobody in the camp can pronounce. We camp again on the corner of 2:30 and D (Porta Potties yeahuh!) Camp grows to 35 and we realize that we hate having a second dome….Our mean but helpful neighbors who are old and ridiculosuly well financed with an 80 foot tent structure a two-story art car and water boiler teach us the art of building the dome from the top down as opposed to the bottom up (genius!)…We go through some growing pains. It takes us until Wednesday to build the camp and then we watch in horror as the Wednesday tornado destroys everything. We lose 3 shade structures to the wind storm and take out a neighbor’s tent when our carport flips over. We cry but rebuild everything again. Somehow we manage to pull off our second Sangria SoundClash bigger and better then ever, serving over 40 gallons of Sangria during the party and redeeming our reputations in the process.

2007 -We roll on to the Playa in a 10-deep caravan at midnight on Sunday and promptly evict the whining Cosmic Elves from our corner on 2:30 and D. The porta potties again are our neighbors and. We build the camp in 3 hours and everything is finished by mid-day Monday. We have one big dome and are ridiculously well organized. We call ourselves Mission Country Club and have a decent camp sign for the first time. Our camp is smaller than previous year (30 or so folks) but we know everyone and have our shit together. We throw Sangria SoundClash again on Thursday and turn-out a wildly fun party in the middle of dust storm complete with gogo dancers dancing on top of our dome. A few camp members sneak out of camp on Saturday leading us to institute a new Saturday tear-down policy. 

2008 - Larger than ever, we arrive on the playa 50 strong with new shade structures and a fancy new dome cover. We finally bothered to register as a theme camp, and the powers that be thanks us by placing us out in the boonies and conveniently located next to two enormous wind turbines. Our new balloon loses a duel with the wind turbines but is the toast of the neighborhood for two full days before its demise. The Irish crew rocks the playa making it an official Year of the Irish, overturning our previous Year of the Belgians. We luxuriate in our hand-made wooden double bathroom stalls. Sangria Soundclash again rocks the playa despite our less than ideal placement. Tear-down is a breeze under Mundi’s tired and hungover leadership. Some choose to extend Burning Man an extra day bay annexing the town of Reno into Black Rock City.