Road and camping trip with our favorite Austin cousins. Just a hope, skip, and a jump away are the Monahans Sandhills. Okay maybe more like 6 1/2 hours, but the flat horizon of west Texas mixed with wind turbine farms, the drive went surprisingly fast. We arrived just in time to pitch our tents and hit the dunes only to learn that the afternoon winds make you cry more than smile. From the pelting of sand to the grit in our eyes and teeth, we headed back to camp for dinner and s'mores.
From sunrise to supermoon, we stayed busy... sand sledding, burying alive, hiking the dunes, homemade sand art, sand men, bubbles, water fights, etc. Even though the brightest moon in 19 years did not let us star gaze, the kids fell fast asleep while the adults relaxed with their choice of beverage in a travel coffee mug. Rumor has it the Barney Fife of the park will ticket any and everything (thanks to the heads up from the other officer of the camp). Unfortunately, we were sneakier than our quiet, elderly neighbors who were enjoying the evening too.
It was a great camping trip and we even witnessed the first rain in the past 280 days! It is great to be home though and sand-free.