Today's big stop was at a childhood favorite of mine. Out in the middle of nowhere in west Texas are about 4000 acres of sand dunes.
There's not a ton to do--you run up the dunes, you run down the dunes, you sled the dunes, you dig in the dunes. But it's heaven for a kid.
I remember being fascinated by them when I was young. It felt like a place where the environment matched my energy. I feel like we spent hours out there but, having been there as an adult now, I don't think it could have ever been more than an hour or two at the most. It's hot. Africa hot. And it's exhausting running up and down those dunes. Even the small ones. I think I have a little insight into what my mom was feeling on those family trips back in the 70s.
He literally had sand in his ears and butt crack.
We thought we cleaned it all off at the park but tonight at the hotel about a cup of sand poured out of hiss pockets when he was getting ready for bed.
A fun and tiring day.