Nomad Origin Stories.
But I lost the urge once I got there and saw the location (dirt and dust) and the number of people crammed into it. My inner recluse was going, "Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!" So I found a spot I could turn around without getting stuck in sand or running over bushes and went to Craggy Wash instead.
There's a place up a short, steep trail to a rise above the wash. No one comes up here. Plenty of room. Plenty of quiet. No need for social pleasantries.
Maybe I'll mix with the other nomads tomorrow. Or maybe I'll head down the road. Maybe there will be a new plan in the morning to go with the new month. Happy Halloween. Boo.