I am not responsible.
I spend weeks planning adventures before throwing everything out the window immediately before or after getting into the car and buckling my seat belt.
This usually involves scrapping a plan I’ve made to go somewhere five to six hours away to see somewhat specific things and sleep in a somewhat specific place to literally throw shit into a pile and shove it in the car and GO, NOW, IMMEDIATELY, because I have to get there two hours before sundown or I’m sleeping in my tiny Prius.
And that's how I found myself in an early morning sandstorm.
White Sands National Monument is beautiful and dangerous and mind-blowing (perhaps literally, if you’re an idiot and you don’t watch where you step, because it’s potentially polluted with things that haven’t exploded... yet).
It’s a big pile of white sand next door to an active missile testing range in New Mexico eight hours and five inefficient pit stops from Manitou Springs. And it’s incredibly worth it.
Basically, it’s where you can go to forget you are too many hours from the ocean and where you can also go if you enjoy pistachios and wine, because why not grow and make those things in the desert of Alamogordo, where water is scarce? This is America, guys.