"Welcome to Black Rock City…you may want to wait a while before you set up your tent. We're gonna have a storm."

    The greeter stepped aside and pointed behind him…A gray dust tidal wave was rolling toward us.

    We inched our loaded-down Honda down the dirt road toward the camping area. We'd been driving for 12 hours packed-in with our food and costumes and drugs and all the water we'd need for drinking and cleaning for the next 3 days. Signs read. "DUST SUCKS. 5mph PLEASE" and "Slow the FUCK down."
Slow the FUCK down