The last in our trilogy of National Parks was probably the coolest. It has only recently upgraded from National Monument to National Park. As with the other parks it was quite crowded (July is probably the worst time to go to the parks unless you really like being around other people) but we managed to get a campsite that overlooked the dunes.
It was very hot and we were tired, so we waited until the early evening (photography's "magic hour") to go for a hike. Do you remember when you were a kid and you were following your parents across the beach to find the perfect spot to lay your blanket down and the sand was so hot you had to wear your shoes but they kept filling with sand and it was hard to walk? Well it was kind of like that except you never got to the water.
It was very hot and we were tired, so we waited until the early evening (photography's "magic hour") to go for a hike. Do you remember when you were a kid and you were following your parents across the beach to find the perfect spot to lay your blanket down and the sand was so hot you had to wear your shoes but they kept filling with sand and it was hard to walk? Well it was kind of like that except you never got to the water.
Actually it was a lot more fun than that.
We were hoping for a fantastic sunset but no such luck.
The next morning we were up with the deer to begin the long haul back home.
4 comments:
I love a dune landscape, except I want an ocean at the end of it as a reward.
Unreal. Great shots!
Holy crap, b's got some chiseled calves! Er...please tell me that's b. Hee!
Yes those are b's calves...mine are little smaller and slightly less hairy.
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