It's the wind, stupid
by Lizard Man
I say it, and every year people ignore it, to frequently annoying and often
tragic results. It's so simple it can be expressed in six words, but I guess
people just can't believe it 'til they see it. On the playa, the wind is
capricious, violent, and unpredictable. You can be sitting around for hours, in
a still, motionless calm, when suddenly, whammo!
Seventy-mile-an-hour wind gusts come blasting out of nowhere, throwing your
lawn chairs up to 200 yards and throwing everything that isn't nailed down out
of your camp and across the playa. Don't believe me? Ask the old-timers. Rule
number two (number one is to piss clear!): Never
leave camp without battening down.
There, now I've said it again.
Six little words that can save you a lot of time and hassle. Your paper plates,
trash bags, styrofoam coolers, props, toys, and food are all litter if you leave them easy prey for
the wind. I've watched tents go rolling by, sometimes chased, sometimes not. If
you are at all capable of learning from other people's mistakes, heed my words.
Why? Because I'm tired of chasing other people's trash ÷ even when it's their