Weather

It’s my LEAST favorite kind of weather at Burning Man.

It’s windy.

And all that wind kicks up the dust.

White out conditions?

We got ’em!

Enough dust in the sky so we can’t see the sun?

Check.

Getting every molecule of your body covered in dust?

Yup.

I’m hunkering down in Tejas’ RV right now.

Avoiding the outdoors.

My hair feels like straw

There’s a fine coating of dust over my entire body.

All I’m dreaming of is my sister’s waterfall shower.

How good will it feel to get clean again?

Fucking awesome.

Just so you know, here’s a clip of the weather when Tejas and I waited at Gate for 4 hours for entry the Saturday BEFORE Burning Man started.

Le sigh.