The car overnighter was just OK. Tossing and turning but plenty warm. After waking and still blurry-eyed, a disheveled man called to me from about 5 feet away in this otherwise deserted campground asking if I'd seen his escaped dog, and that his tent was attacked last night by some animal. I thought he would axe-murder me.
The slapdash car sleeping cavern
I was pretty sleep deprived but thankfully the drive to the sand dunes was only a couple of hours away. I stopped in a few mountain towns to kill some time before checking in.
Arriving there I walked some of the non-dune trails off in the mountains.
The dunes are really something else. I started my hike right at sunrise and set off aimlessly toward the tallest dune as there are no defined trails. Another damn day with high wind warnings, but I pushed for as long as I could.
Heading to Durango via I-160, I got caught in a snowstorm on Wolf Creek Pass and nearly stalled out in a bluff. My 2WD was no match. what the hell man. I'm sure people saw my Georgia plates and smirked.
So now I'm in Moab, wind continues to assail me but it's divine.
New Birds?
Yea a few! Mountain Bluebird and Townsend's Solitaire at the dunes visitor center. Admittedly I've not been birding quite as heavily for the last few days.
Dinner tonight?
You're looking at it bud. There's still red flag warnings everywhere so no fires.
Anything else?
I adore setting up my tent now. I'm staking at a blistering pace. Nothing better than a simple, repeatable action to ground you.
I picked up a new mallet from 2 Mormon teens in town.
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