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white sand

We drove out of Santa Fe, over the Organ Mountains, past the White Sands Missile Range and into White Sands National Monument.  First up, sledding.

Climbing up and down the dunes through deep sand at least a thousand times left us completely wiped out and running late.  After a frenetic gear check and H2O refill, we strapped on our packs and headed out to our campsite.

Believe it or not, K and T played in the sand some more.  We set up camp and absorbed the seriously quiet sunset until almost dark and ravenous hunger set in.  The full moon lit up our late dinner but soon we climbed into long johns and sleeping bags for warmth and a cold, quiet, starry night of sleep.