Confession: I was seriously grumpy when we visited White Sands National Monument. I hadn’t had coffee or breakfast. Mr. Adventure was annoyingly chipper. I was there under protest, and, let me add, the wind was blowing the sand hard into my face. A friend later described the experience as “cut-rate facial dermabrasion,” which sounds about right. Pictures show me grimacing and holding a hand up to shield my eyes. I walked the Interdune Boardwalk and the Dune Life Nature Trail with ill grace, and only reluctantly got out of the car to follow Mr. Adventure up slopes and over the sand.
I’m not proud of this, and I did eventually chill out. The Playa Trail was cool, in no small part because the wind died down. And I couldn’t help but be impressed by this weird, otherworldly landscape — although I only admitted that after we’d left.
Because of my less-than-stellar mood, my memories of White Sands are a bit vague. Mr. Adventure, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed himself, tromping around and generally having a ball. That’s why I love him. Most of our pictures have a blurred effect due to the sand blowing, but here are a few that give a sense of the place.
Ha! Love this post, kinda having one of those days myself. ..