I was thrilled to finally experience the Nevada festival. But I underestimated how hardcore it was – and the life lessons it would bring I was naked in our tent at Burning Man last year when all hell broke loose. The 100km/h (62mph) gust wrenched our tent stakes from the ground – and me from my nap. I threw on a dress, fear coiling in my belly when I saw the midafternoon sky had turned dark.