We were getting ready early to walk over to the central playa to watch the man burn.
We got there early and had front row ‘seats’ – in the dust. Until, well, the dust covered it all up. If I called yesterdays little wind a white-out, I stand corrected. this however, was the real thing.
We could hardly see anything for a while. Great. You’re camping out for a week in the desert, and when that man finally burns you’re stuck in a white-out.
More pictures are on my flickr.