Dry stuff

On our way to Denver we made what turned out to be a longish stop at a bunch of sand in Southern Colorado. It turned out that only I was in a truly hiking mood, but just being there in the great silence and emptiness was affecting for all of us. Even being way out in a calm sea does not compare to this.

Self portrait: me in the desert:

After an hour or so of trudging though the sand Carol and Lizzie reached their limit of endurance (poor things):


However, Lizzie makes one last effort to follow in my footsteps in a style carefuly developed for this kind of terrain:



























Journey's end:



Time to say goodbye:



Onward:






View from highest point in this area of the dunes, about an hour and a half later:



A snaky form greets me on my return:



Meanwhile, Lizzie unearthed a dragon fallen from the sky:

The Great Sand Dunes in Southern Colorado. Note: we all left our hats in the car. A foolishness.
The bits of white, here and there, represent last bits of fast melting snow. The sand was slightly damp in places, which made for easier travel, but where it was soft and dry (most of it), walking was a seriously aerobic experience.