J is for Jump
More than a few years ago Dreaming and her siblings went to Arizona to visit grandparents. We went on a trip... somewhere in Arizona... where there were huge sand dunes. We had a wonderful time jumping from the sand dunes, trying to jump high enough and far enough out, that our images could be captured on film, in flight, with nothing showing under us. There was a lot of jollity and jeering... and great memories, too.
On our recent trip we stopped by White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. The dunes are formed by blowing gypsum sand, which is lighter than silica sand. The gypsum crystals are water soluble. They dissolve in rain water and cement together forming a thin solid layer under the shifting sands. The sand does not convert sunlight into heat energy, so the dunes stay cool enough to walk on, even on the sunniest days.
The dunes move inexorably with the wind. Park employees actually plow the roads. It is hard to believe that this picture is not showing snow drifting on the road after a blizzard.
The shifting dunes also cover plants.
Which have adapted to being buried in sand.
I made it to the top of a dune.
Our car, the dark object on the left, provides a little prospective.
As I stood on the edge of the dune,
I remembered that summer, long ago,
jumping nimbly from the dune.
What the heck....
No, I just couldn't do it.
I guess I'm no longer nimble enough
I settled for a scoot!
I should have sprung for the sled!