Thanks so much for the picture of the Sand Dunes, JD. I was a little kid when we lived in the San Luis Valley, in the tiny town of Center. We spent a lot of time there in the years before it was a National Park. Tumbling down those dunes or sliding down them on a piece of cardboard was indeed a lot of fun (it was the 70’s - no such thing…
Thanks so much for the picture of the Sand Dunes, JD. I was a little kid when we lived in the San Luis Valley, in the tiny town of Center. We spent a lot of time there in the years before it was a National Park. Tumbling down those dunes or sliding down them on a piece of cardboard was indeed a lot of fun (it was the 70’s - no such thing as snowboarding, let alone sandboarding). When we move back to northern New Mexico, it was many, many years before I ventured back to El Valle. And it would finally be the summer before I entered seminary in which I would actually summit Blanca, the third highest peak in Colorado, and I believe the state’s southernmost Fourteener. It’s a little slice God’s Country indeed. Thanks for little stroll down Memory Lane.
Thanks so much for the picture of the Sand Dunes, JD. I was a little kid when we lived in the San Luis Valley, in the tiny town of Center. We spent a lot of time there in the years before it was a National Park. Tumbling down those dunes or sliding down them on a piece of cardboard was indeed a lot of fun (it was the 70’s - no such thing as snowboarding, let alone sandboarding). When we move back to northern New Mexico, it was many, many years before I ventured back to El Valle. And it would finally be the summer before I entered seminary in which I would actually summit Blanca, the third highest peak in Colorado, and I believe the state’s southernmost Fourteener. It’s a little slice God’s Country indeed. Thanks for little stroll down Memory Lane.