a slow and sandy death in my husband’s pocket. someday, when i feel like it, i might even get another camera. until then, i’m going to be an even more negligent blogger. cuz mama don’t care.
grammy took all of her grandkids to the sand dunes for a weekend.
they did what came natural.
the weather was perfect and the wind didn’t even blow. under any other circumstances bruneau sand dunes would be more likened to hell than a national park.
but feel free to take your chances.