The W And Virgin Dunes

I had jacked up my wrist last weekend. I made an attempt to ride, but was smart enough to know that I didn't have the strength in my right wrist to keep control of my X3, so I limped myself back to camp while everyone else went on.

I chilled, made myself a bloody mary and prepped lunch and dinner. First time doing a seafood boil! Turned out fantastic!

It was breezy and the dune conditions were pristine and fresh tracks being laid down in virgin sand. The dunes are on the move again. They are completely different from the last time we were out on MLK. Shelves and witches eyes, holes and ditches. Super sharp razor backs. Summer sand.

The W picked up later in the day and some stayed in camp playing cards and some said screw it were going out anyway.

The full moon and drifting sand made for an erie and beautiful scene last night, while taking the pups out for a before bed walk.

It's now morning and it hasn't stopped blowing... From my motorhome window it looks rippled and trackless and I can hear someone on a dirt bike enjoying a morning ride.