Thursday, July 17, 2014

Climbing The Mountain

When we were at White Sands National Monument, during our lengthy driving vacation, we took the long, looping drive around the dunes, leaving the ranger station behind and driving out into the silence of pure, white sands.

The day was hot:  a 116 degrees in the parking lot, and hotter in and among the dunes kind of hot, but The Peanut and I got out of the car and climbed to the top of a dune nonetheless.  Here is one of our pictures, helpfully taken by Mr. ReddHedd, who stayed on the floor of the dune to be our version of Ansel Adams.

This was my first real "take that, breast cancer" moment of our trip.

It was seriously freeing to think of it that way, to finally have gotten on a long vacation and spending serious quality time together as a family through the entire journey, and I absolutely loved each and every minute of it.  Looking at this picture makes me smile and think of how fun it was to scramble up the dune with The Peanut, and this may have to be a photo that I get printed and framed for that reason. 

As you can see, the dunes are huge and brilliantly white, due to being composed of gypsum.  We were ridiculously hot, but had a great time.  How often do you get to see dunes as far as the eye can see and a crazy family trying to have a picnic on a dune in the stifling heat?

There are more shots from this beautiful park, but I haven't gotten them all sorted and fine-tuned just yet.  There will be a lot more to come.

(Photo by Christy Hardin Smith.  Copyright and use retained -- please do not reproduce without express permission.)

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