Sunday, August 24th, 2025 — Day Three: Rebuild in Dust and Rain
We rebuilt everything. Cleaned thick layers of playa dust off the kitchen and tents, tied down everything tighter, made it stronger. By afternoon, we heard rain was coming.
And it came.
Not quite the Rain Apocalypse from a couple years ago, but enough to shut the city down. No riding, no exploring. But inside Jim and Sarah’s shift pod, it was warm. Cozy. We laughed, swapped stories, listened to radio updates, ate Pho.
The Playa outside was mud and chaos. Inside, it was tribe and intimacy. That night, I realized—maybe Burning Man wasn’t about ecstasy or art cars or Orgy Domes. (The infamous Orgy Dome made headlines, as it blew away Saturday night!) Maybe Burning Man was about surviving the storm together.
In that little shift pod, we finally got to relax. The sound of the rain outside was almost magical.
Though... the carport shelter, now fully windproofed... was filled with MUD.
➡️ Tomorrow: Solitude, the first bike rides, cleaning the carport (again) and the smallest taste of Playa magic.
Picture: The guys gathered in the Shift Pod while it rained outside. (The girls were on the king sized bed).