Two years ago, I visited the Great Sand Dunes in southern Colorado. My brother Drew and I drove until nightfall to reach the place, but it was so dark that evening that we could only see the snow on the peaks. The dunes were invisible, being dusk-colored.
But that only made the morning's vista grander, a landscape that picked me up and put me in my place, that begged to be explored, which is what I did, starting at the lodge ...
Passing a small picnic grounds
And a primitive gas station
I walked for more than an hour in the cold mountain air, all the while being pulled toward the dunes as if by a magnet.
Once on the sand, I trudged and marveled, watching the experienced dune-goers, who brought saucers and boards for sliding. But I had what I needed to capture the experience — and that was what I was after.
