Some of us had the urge to slide down the dunes then climb back up. We all wanted to absorb the warmth of the sand.
In the profoundness of The Quiet, I thought I might hear G-d whisper. Standing atop a mountain of sand, I felt close to the heavens. Walking ahead, the rising sand is all you can see. Behind, the immense, lush Sangre de Cristo Rocky Mountains are as tall as the clouds.
The dunes call out to your mind, body and soul. I never wanted to leave.