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.