I often times will just take a random bunch of our photo albums out and look at them to reminisce. (see my blog on Go. See. Photograph. Remember.) Today, I was looking at our albums from three trips to Death Valley. In the 2010 and 2013 albums, I noticed the same large dune and it all came back to me. Here is what happened:
In 2010, when we were with our friend Greg Duncan, I climbed out of our car and bee-lined to a very large dune that was quite a ways a way. It was December, so it was not very hot, but I had my Sorel Caribou boots on for the water and they were heavy and unwieldy. I made it to the dune amd snapped a few and then, literally ran back to Mary and Greg.
Flash forward to 2013 and I get out of the car at Stovepipe Wells and I see this giant dune in the distance. Somehow, I convinced Mary to hike out to it. We were well into 20 minutes of walking at a good clip, which I know is over a mile, and we are still not there. I am getting increasingly negative vibes from Mary. We have to be back to the car in a about forty minutes. Ergo, ten minutes of shooting and 30 minutes of walking. This is not looking good for the home team.
Any hoo, we finally get to the dune and it is spectacular (but, maybe not worth the hike). We shoot for a few minutes and have to head back.
Now it is July 5, 2013 and I look at our photo albums and that DUNE got me twice. I hiked out to it in 2010 and 2013. What is it about certain subjects that can literally pull you toward them. I am in decent shape and can run and walk a lot of miles. Something about that one dune made me expend an enormous about of energy and time to get a few snaps. Go figure. I am sure I will see it again the next time we are in Death Valley and say, “Hello old friend.”
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