You might have thought it was a dream. Even if you saw it, it would have seemed just that much ridiculous and that much not quite possible that so many white things would come together in the same place, White Sands, at once.We were two fully grown women driving across country from Texas to California. We had brought with us a white stuffed lamb. I can’t remember what we named him. It bothers me that I can’t. Every place we stopped we took a picture of him and sent it with a letter from him to a grade school back home.
The car we traveled in was a white two-seater Miata. It looked stunning parked next to the dunes at White Sands near Los Cruces, New Mexico. We took a picture with the top down. In the picture the lamb was behind the steering wheel. He was about to drive up the dune. Just as we took the shot a guy drove a white golf ball down from the top of the dune. It landed not far from us. We looked up and saw six guys up there, each with a driver in hand.
We were driving the dunes at White Sands with six guys and a lamb.
The guys said that they had always wanted to do that—drive the dunes at White Sands.
We said we didn’t know it, until just then, but we had always wanted to do that too.
—me strauss Letting me be
14 comments:
Thank you for the comment tonight. It made me feel good to receive your kinds words.
just great my friend, another great little virtual vacation you have taken us on
hope you are doing good (hugs)
Hi Lance,
No need to dress up when you come here anymore. Your game is as good as it gets.
Liz
Hi Trace,
So lovely to greet you in the morning. My day will be good and I to hear you say yours is wonderful. Liz
Thanks for bringing me along :) I had a good trip!
Hi Jennifer,
Glad to have you.
Love the white sands. Don't you?
Yeah, what a great description. You should be a writer. :)
Beathtaking...it was like having winter in the desert :)
Very nice, Liz. The last line is brilliant.
Thank you, Lane.
Your words mean a lot.
I appreciate them.
What a wonderful find. "White Sands" is a great read!
Hi Paul,
Welcome and thank you for saying that. Meet the folks. We're a good group.
Liz
Time for me to settle back into my warm saddlebag brownish leather chair by the fireplace. I feel meself melting into that chair, with no desire to leave. Your stories are masterful Liz. Any warm green tea in the kitchen?
Always something special in the kitchen for you, Tree.
Tea and cookies, I think.
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