narration taken from bob's journal entries...
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new mexico
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We then drove off into the dunes. It really was a little surreal.
White Sands looked to be located in the middle of a huge valley.
To our west were the San Andreas and
Organ Mountains, and to our east were the Sacramento Mountains.
Above us were jet fighters, engaged in training exercises. The dunes
went on for miles...
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While standing on the top of the dunes and taking pictures I noticed
that there was a road that would bring us out even further into the
dunes, perhaps to better sledding territory. I asked everyone if they
would mind heading further, they all seemed okay with it. So, we threw
the sled back in the van and headed on further...
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We wound our way through the dunes to what was clearly the highest dune
in the Park. There were several other cars parked there, and the grooves
of other people sledding could be seen tracing their path from top to
bottom...
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Many of the restaurants which Jon and Cami had mentioned to us on the plane
lined the courtyard, We walked into one of them called
La Posta, and I half thought that we could meet Jon and Cami and take
them out to dinner there. Cami raved about the place, commenting on the Chile
Rellenos (sp?) , which she considered the best one could get. I must say however,
Bri had been right when he said that there was not a whole lot to see in
Old Mesilla, after about 45 minutes I had seen all that I needed to see.
It was good to get there nonetheless, I had now seen a place that I had heard
and seen so much of from my father and brother. I was happy...
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We drove back to Grampa's house, stopping briefly on the way back to take a
few pictures of the Organ Mountains as the sun set...
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