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I feel remarkably odd today; disappointed at work and frustrated over what I need to get done. Maybe it's just vacation letdown; things felt remarkably rosy on Sunday and even yesterday, but today I just feel a bit down.
This weekend is hard to describe without being overly dramatic; C and I went camping in the Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve, which was beyond exquisite, but also involved a sandstorm - is that wrong? we were stuck in what we guessed were 40mph winds that were nonstop for well over an hour and had to hold our tent down, and what with wind in a big pile of sand, it was, I would assume, a sandstorm, yes? Then it was unexpectedly 15 degrees colder than the weather forecast said the coldest temperature would be the whole weekend, C's old sleeping bag wouldn't fit him (yes, he was mortified), the soft sand was blown out from under us so we felt like we were on cold, wet granite, and I got sand in my eyes that was horribly painful and couldn't be gotten out for almost 48 hours, resulting in no sleep. (That part is most amusing; it was in taking out my contacts, after the sandstorm, that I got sand in my eyes. Only me.) All this carrying a 20-pound pack and trudging through dunes that were up to 750 feet high in 30 miles square of backcountry. Did I mention we were the only campers?
But honestly, it was still wonderful. With all the crazy, it was still so mind-blowingly beautiful and happy it almost hurt. I never knew we had so many stars; I've never seen a more peaceful sunrise. I guess any workweek kind of pales compared to that, right?
This weekend is hard to describe without being overly dramatic; C and I went camping in the Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve, which was beyond exquisite, but also involved a sandstorm - is that wrong? we were stuck in what we guessed were 40mph winds that were nonstop for well over an hour and had to hold our tent down, and what with wind in a big pile of sand, it was, I would assume, a sandstorm, yes? Then it was unexpectedly 15 degrees colder than the weather forecast said the coldest temperature would be the whole weekend, C's old sleeping bag wouldn't fit him (yes, he was mortified), the soft sand was blown out from under us so we felt like we were on cold, wet granite, and I got sand in my eyes that was horribly painful and couldn't be gotten out for almost 48 hours, resulting in no sleep. (That part is most amusing; it was in taking out my contacts, after the sandstorm, that I got sand in my eyes. Only me.) All this carrying a 20-pound pack and trudging through dunes that were up to 750 feet high in 30 miles square of backcountry. Did I mention we were the only campers?
But honestly, it was still wonderful. With all the crazy, it was still so mind-blowingly beautiful and happy it almost hurt. I never knew we had so many stars; I've never seen a more peaceful sunrise. I guess any workweek kind of pales compared to that, right?