White sand dunes as far as the eye can see. Freedom. The famous 700-ft. "Sand Mountain" off in the distance. We'll tackle that another day.
There was a little breeze, but the weather was perfect. It's amazing how a light breeze will completely delete your tracks in half an hour and make it look as though you're the first person ever to cross the dunes.
We all went. Jenelle and Durham even had a good time. It was fun to have the whole family.
Daddy and Dawson are expanding our horizons. Sand is definitely here to stay.
It takes an hour and a half to get here from Provo, and it's a pretty drive if you ask me.
Dawson just loved the sand, and if I just took him off the bike and set him on top of a dune he'd sit and play in it happily, non-stop.
