Burning Man 2007 Page 8
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[edit] Dust Storm #1
Soon we saw the great dust storm on the horizon.
We got to the Man. And then, the dust storm hit full power. Couldn't see far--whiteout. We put on goggles and face masks to block the choking grit. I didn't have mine there--whoops--so I kept my shades on and used Heather's scarf as a mask.
We sat on benches near the Man for a while. It's dangerous to walk in a whiteout; careless art cars and bikers can run over you. The benches surrounded an art piece. Hold metal bars and the Man's heartbeat syncs with yours. Obviously out of order due to the arson.
The walk back was stop-and-start, one art installation to another. We eventually got back to Esplanade - as it turns out, right at 4:30, our street. Pretty cool. The wind and dust died down as we got into the city; the structures break it up. I realized the architecture of the city, the arc and spokes design, encourages this. I understand Moscow is like that for the same reason.
After we got back to camp, we broke out some very well-earned beers. That was badass.
