Never Dune That Again (Maybe)
2/23/22: Apparently this day was filled with triumphant poetic revelations. Later after the rock poetry session, we as a class went to the Kelso Sand Dunes to climb them.
I think I misunderstood the task we were about to undertake because I did not prepare correctly for this adventure. I was layered in two hoodies, only ate an apple beforehand, and did not say a prayer before entering. Let me explain why I would never have climbed a 200 foot sand dune before this.
- I am from Florida, the flattest state ever.
- I hate sand.
Not much of an explanation, but you get the point.
The walk to the base was fine. Getting used to the terrain was a learning curve, but we saw some interesting things. Some plants are deeply rooted as an advantage in the sandy "soil". We saw an armored stink beetle, who did not blend with the pale sand, but walked confidently regardless. We also saw lots of scat that are semblances of life unseen.
My friend, JC, was the main motivator up the dune. I often thought "After this dune, I am done.", but JC kept saying behind me "You're doing so well, Tayler, keep it up!." Just having the motivation behind me kept me from quitting. The last dune was hardest. It was the steepest, windiest, and most tiring to forge a path on.
But when JC and I reached the top of the dune (the last of the group), I felt like a conqueror. We celebrated and took pictures and shared relieved smiles with each other.
And as I scooted down the dune, hearing the sand sing to me, I finally understood why people climb mountains.
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