Going to the White Sands National Park was definitely one of the things I most looked forward to when first envisioning our road trip. We couldn't stop there on our way to the south because of my diseased mono infected body... however we made a very intense detour on our way back home to ensure that this happened. When we first arrived, Cayla and I were so thrilled that this adventure was finally going to happen. We were going to go sledding on some sand dunes, paint ourselves bright colors, and go back country backpacking where there was no other humans to be found. The gypsum was bright white, it was a stunningly clear day, and nothing was going to bring me down.
The ranger warned us that there were high winds taking place out in the desert, but as soon as we would arrive the dunes would protect us. She was wrong. Very wrong.
On the way there, I felt like I was Indiana Jones. The winds were so intense (35mph) while we were hiking up and down massive sand dunes; our feet would sink with every step. The one mile we had to walk felt like 15 since the wind was working against us. We couldn't hear each other let alone see each other because of those demon winds. As soon as we arrived the sand was stinging our skin. So... we decided to pitch our tent to get a break from it all. Then we very quickly realized that that little 30 dollar tent from K-mart gave us no break at all, but in fact rained sand from holy hell into our tent and into every crevice of our bodies. It was only 4pm. The winds were supposed to get stronger. We had a long night ahead of us.
We decided to pack up about 15 minutes later, only to come up with the slogan "pussies stay warm".
This was probably the most epic failure of a trip we ever had. Although it has turned out to be one of my favorite stories.