Where there is a tree, a bird will sing for you.
It’s now 10 am and the sun is already burning us all. It’s summer, not the best time to go explore as temperatures often pass the 50°c mark in the sand. On the bright side, the desert is quiet. Not a “dune basher” in sight. Dune bashers, for those not familiar with the term, is the name given to people coming to play in the sand with their motorized toys. It’s a different philosophy. I’m here to admire and respect, not carelessly play. My life depends on my vehicle, no need to take a chance on it, pushing to unnecessary limits for cheap thrills. I look for the easy line, carefully read the sand, and take my time… Always.
Getting stuck this time a year is serious trouble if you are alone. Too hot for the required effort to get out. So, even though I know how fun climbing that dune can be, I’ll just go around it today.