Pool. Pool. The hotel's got a pool. Life is good again. But we decide not to get in it right away. Dad has been talking about the White Sands National Monument saying that it's this giant park with miles of nothing but white sand. No plants. Giant dunes. OOOOooooo! A giant sand box! Perfect!
So we go out there and instead a giant sand box, it's a SUPER GIANT SAND BOX, with dunes fifty feet high that go on forever. I walked, ran, jumped, fell, rolled, slid down on my stomach, dug, threw sand, threw these weird hard chunks of sand that blew up when they hit Dad (until he got mad)...got lost...it was a BLAST!
As the sun was setting, we went back to the car and there were these kids and their parents playing on the top of the gigantic hill next to where we parked. The kids were sliding down the dunes in plastic saucers and on this really cool thing like a snow board.
At first Dad and I would run as fast as we could down the hill until we couldn't go any faster, then fall and flop and flip until we rolled to the bottom. I had no idea Dad could fall like that and still get up. The other kids thought it was cool and starting doing it too. They tried to talk their parents into trying it but they wouldn't.Then Dad and I got invited to try the snow board. Very Cool!! We did it until it was too dark to see and the park was closing. Then Dad and I went back to the hotel and, yep, you guessed it, we swam.
Good day.
