I wasn’t sure what I would think because it’s grown to be “the thing” to do in Utah and I think massive crowds of people just looking to do “the thing” can make an experience like this feel a tad hokey.
But, while I wish I would’ve gone years ago when I first heard of it, I will say that the number of people didn’t seem to take away from the authenticity of the experience. Everyone seemed to be genuinely caught up in the revelry—the celebration of spring and life and color and chalk dust so heavy you can’t breathe or see for several minutes. It was one of the weirdest happiest things I’ve ever participated in.
Also, I think someone snuck in bootleg chalk because I still have pink in my hair.