There’s no two ways about it.
Going to Burning Man is a VERY dirty endeavor.
There is dust everywhere. It seeps in through every corner, crack and crevice and infiltrates your camp.
I’ve alternately heard people say they love the dust and they HATE the dust.
I fall into my own category.
I don’t mind the dust so long as it stays ON THE GROUND. When it’s up in the air during a DUST STORM, I take umbrage.
I once saw a man sweeping the playa during a dust storm. It was a sight to see, all that useless activity in the middle of the playa. But he made a very artistic point: Struggling against Mother Nature is useless.
And so I go, armed with three pairs of goggles (one for day, one for night, and one as a backup), a face mask, and a shemagh to ease my way into the storm that Burning Man has the potential to be.
But I’m not gonna lie.
Dust storms are HARD ON ME.
This year I plan to shelter in place during dust storms. Make new friends. Catch up with old ones.
Last year I ventured out during the dust storms and I can say this. . . my hair will never be the same.
There’s a lot I love about Burning Man – the people, the love, the sharing, the caring, the art, the creativity, the lights, the otherworldliness of it all – but one thing I don’t love is THE DUST.
However, I must somehow manage to get along with it, if I’m going to attend Burning Man and so I’ve made this pact:
I will do my utter best to take care of myself during dust storms and Mother Nature will do EXACTLY as she pleases.
Is there any other way?