It was night when we reached the campground and the front desk was closed so we just picked a number off the list and tried to setup as quick and simply as possible. We managed to do that effectively. Unfortunately we had to go to the store to get something for dinner and everything in there is extremely expensive. Suffice to say we weren’t very happy about that and to top it all off I once again had zero phone service and had to call my parents on a pay phone. I didn’t even want to buy fire wood because first off it wasn’t cold and second it was $10 for a tiny bag when we're used to getting at least seven good sized quarter logs for $4-6.
Taking the advice of a random dune hiker, Finnley decided he should hike them barefoot; (disclaimer: this man also advised he bring backup flip flops). As Finnley always does he needed to hike all the way to the tallest dune because of course. I however am more of a different kind of experiencer, I don’t have to be the best or the tallest or the highest to enjoy something. I’m more like "let’s climb a couple and sit on top of one and ponder at the fact that I’m here". Finnley takes himself to the extreme, he is your standard adrenaline junkie. His fun level is dependent on his heart racing and the thought “hey that could have been really dangerous and hurt me”. As you could imagine our opposing philosophies create the perfect potion for controversy when evaluating any decision on what we should do.
I usually try and be open minded (however not shy of whining and bitching and moaning the whole way) about these things so I at least have the experience and a good story to tell. So I went along with his plan to climb to the highest dune. At first it was really fun. It was weird because just standing there you don’t realize how tall these things are and how hard they actually are to climb. Basically about half way there I had enough. Finnley as he often does however pushed and pushed me. One thing I couldn’t complain about though was the view. It was really beautiful out there.
Finnley also decided that he needed to roll down the sand dune, it was awesome. I video recorded as he went barreling down in what I imagine to be a dizzying madness and came to a sand splashed stop. It looked really fun, but I didn’t take that bait. He also decided he should run down a sand dune. That one was really funny looking and this was no small sand dune; it was one of the biggest ones. You could just see him start off strong and steady and then get faster and faster until he lost control and fell to his knees. It was so amazing and hilarious.
We headed to Las Vegas after filling up the tank with their $5/gallon gas. It was supposed to be a fairly short drive so we were looking forward to that. Now this was an iconic drive for us. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas comes to mind, as do many other stories and movies that do Cali to Vegas. It looked as I always imagined, endless roads and desert land. A sight so epically freeing it instantly made Finnley and I ready for anything and everything that could come at us.
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