Skip forward through the first 60 seconds, then ignore the video and just listen to the nice song by Aimee Mann and Ted Leo.
It doesn’t take much rain to turn the dust into gooey cement. Take a few steps in it and your shoes have five-inch platform heels. Can’t drive or ride a bike in it. So they are turning people away at the gate until it dries a bit.
I can only hope the tens of thousands of people held up by this are taking the weather with grace and self-reliance, like this person (image from thewire.com). Her Tweet says, “Can’t get into Burning Man but met this amazing little lady called Betty.” Maybe Betty doesn’t mind being called a “little lady,” but even if she does, the point is the cheery Burner attitude on display.
In the years I attended, I always expected some really extreme weather, but it never came to bite me. Yeah, my first year seemed inordinately hot and pretty dusty. One year it was necessary to wear hat and gloves at night. Another year it rained a bit on the first day and drenched my tent, which didn’t have a rain fly on it. That’s it, really. I missed a year of extreme dust ’cause I busted my elbow and stayed home. Lucky. And the wind never blew my tent away.
You can read my tribute to the event here.
Yesterday’s 30-mile bicycle ride starred Ms. Uber and me and featured sunny weather that peaked at 84 in late afternoon. It started in the Central District – where you see the crudely written #1 on the map below, and from there to the Elliott Bay bike trail and Alki Trail to Alki Beach and down to the little Lowman Beach Park. That’s an unassuming rocky tidepool beachlette away from the rollerbladers , volleyball tournaments, and three-wheeled rental fun bikes loaded with tourists holding ice cream cones at Alki. Lowman Beach is where the #2 is. Reversed course, back toward downtown, stopping briefly at Luna Park Cafe. Back up the Elliott Bay trail to the congested, construction-plagued Alaska Way, past the new big head, and into the blissful Myrtle Edwards park, up the Terminal 91 trail, past the big honkin’ Interbay railroad yard, to cruise along the Lake Washington Ship Canal, and enter into Fremont for pho and the annual Dudefest, which marks the #3.
One of my bro’s and a sister-in-law acquired this in Nepal and gave it to me. Found a frame at Good Will and it’s happy now. Information on this product and others at Mahaguthi.