I’ve been at the gathering for about a week and a half. It’s been a nice break from moving around all the time. Very relaxing. But the first week was, well, fucking cold. And windy. Seriously, I don’t think the wind stopped even once for at least a week. I had to move my tent three times trying to find some shelter, because I was afraid that my tent poles might break. The weather the last few days has been a lot milder. Thank god.