The new stove and griddle work great for making pancakes on cold mornings.
My little tent that I have had forever.
Looking at the sand dunes from the campground.
The toilet is an old Rio Grande boxcar.
Big mountains looming over the campground.
The Toyota with its nice new tube bumper hanging out in the campground waiting for us to load up for the day.
Heading back into the park.
This picture needs more buffalo.
The last time I was here as a kid, this was still a national monument.
Dice and a cracked windshield.
Dunes.
Misty mountains.
The turnoff to the primitive road we came over the day before.
Big dunes are HUGE when you stand next to them.
MASSIVE dunes.
Little animal footprints in the sand.
Beetle tracks!
Wind prints from the grass whipping back and forth.
We didn’t make it to the top of the first ridge. The sand got too hot for our feet.
Heather already came down while I was trying to tough it out in the hot sand a bit longer.
The sand made an odd rumbling noise as I walked down it.
Who needs doors on their truck anyway?
Airing up the tires after playing in the sand.
Heading away from the dunes.
Wherever you are is the right place to be.
Dunes. Dunes everywhere.
One last look back east toward the dunes as we head north toward alligators.
