Day 18 - Deming, NM - Part Two

I need to get some sunglasses.

The dunes at White Sands are beyond bright.

They are hurting my eyes.

We drive along the designated path. Signs everywhere saying going off road is prohibited.

What vehicle could even make it through these dunes?

Every few hundred meters, there is a turnout with signs posted so that you can learn more about the area.

Jack pulls up to them and my Mom reads them for him.

We move on.

There are signs everywhere saying that it is congested.

It isn't.

There are only a dozen other people here right now.

We see an RV and a couple of families enjoying ice tea and using discs to slide down the dunes.

At the top of one dune, three kids have buried themselves in the sand.

Why do I think that is so gross.

We turn around and head on back out.

Before we leave White Sands, my Mom needs to be changed. (Not of my Mom!)

It's a lesson for us - we come into this world needing to wear diapers and we leave this world needing the same.

Jack thinks he's got a plan to change her that will work in the front seat of the Jeep.

I hop out and start taking pictures around the entrance to White Sands.

A big guy pulls up on his motorcycle while I'm doing this.

I start to walk away.

He's taking photos too.

"Hey, buddy."

I turn and look back at him.

He's got his motorcycle set up in front of the sign for White Sands and he's holding up a little point and shoot.

"Can you take my picture?"

I can't even imagine how many pictures I've taken for people over the years while working at Disneyland.

After a while, it feels like you are wearing a sign that reads "Please Ask Me to Take Your Picture!"

I go ahead and take one for him.

And then I take one with my phone for me.

I hand him back his camera and he thanks me before taking off.

Jack's ready to go.

My Mom is in a good mood.

It's funny how these days, a dry diaper can make all the difference in the world.