Originally Posted by CosmicTang

Right. On.

It was my first trip to Black Rock City. The storm on Monday stopped us from getting our camp set up fully (tents and domes are tricky fuckers to handle in a blow like that), but it didn't dampen our spirits a bit.

We grabbed our goggles and bandanas and trekked out to place called The Duckpond and danced in a whiteout. I remember thinking that back home in any storm like that people would run for cover. In Black Rock City we ran to find new friends to party with.



Getting covered in dust was so much fun.