My first night in BRC, 1999, I woke up to the shadows of my tent poles flailing about. Half awake, I ran out with the duct tape...reattached the pole joints...duct taped over the seam...then promptly passed back out. The next morning I opened my tent flap to see our neighbors across the street. The giant tarp, that was the eastern wall of our camp had ripped out of its grommets. Luckily, it was still technically still attached. After about an hour of duct taping every possible malfunction on the camp, I heard from our neighbor, that 110 mph gusts were reported that night.
In 2007..I think..at that other thing in july..I arrived on the tail end of a 14 hour dust storm. After the storm passed, I saw, what used to be, an EZ-up canopy, crumpled beyond recognition.



