1998 was my first year at Burning Man, and in some ways it was the best.  The weather was warm, and best of all, I brought my then-girlfriend Lisa and her son Sky to the Black Rock Desert to check out this trippy experience we had seen snippets of on TV, and viewed on numerous web-pages.  For me at least, it's more fun to bring your own romantic entanglements than to waste precious Burn Time trying to make new ones.