i took my shoes off. my toes curled under once they met the white sands. then i removed my shirt...and then my pants. it's liberating in the desert. but more importantly, i was aerodynamic in preparation for the longest sand sled run. in the end, jory edged me out by 2 inches.
i tried a couple of back flips...still needs some work. a tweak here and there. the sediment of white sands national monument worked their way not only onto my face but into crevices not appropriate to mention here. redemption for yesterday's Fridgehenge/dog park fiasco was attained.
white sands national monument, this is my story. |