60 degrees, partly cloudy.
The Organ mountains rise 5,000 feet above Las Cruces resemble organ pipes. We went to White Sands National Park. It is the newest national park. They haven't changed the sign yet; John hates sand, sand dunes and the beach. Says this is a national park he does not want to return too. He brought me because I love sand and sand dunes. What a sweetie.
The sand is gypsum. This display shows the different forms that gypsum can take. During your lifetime you will eat an average of 28 lbs of gypsum. Yucca at the white sands.
Driving down the road it looks like ice, the sand looks like snow. People buy sleds at the visitors center and sled the dunes. We went on a hike in the heart of the White sand dunes. What an awesome view.
Beautiful white sand. Dunes.
Ripples in the sand. Ripples in the dunes.
I love the ripples in the pristine sand. Looks like soft groomed corduroy snow.
John running down a dune face, taking a movie of the sand sluffing down from his feet. I thought I saw Clint Eastwood walking by.
White sand dunes as far as you can see. The ripple marks in the lower layer from where the dunes moved from. They are always moving.
The east side of the Organ Mountains on the way back. We stopped for gas and this huge flock of pigeons flew up.
Sunset on the way home.
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