My excitement grew, as we drew near to the spot Andrew had picked for our desert picnic. I used to have the same feeling when we would arrive at a new ski destination, set to explore. Do we have water, do we have food, how long would we last out here if we got lost? Those thoughts were not real concerns, as we never ventured more than a few hundred meters away from the car, but my imagination had free roam.
It was so quiet I could hear the ringing in my ears. That did not last long though as we started running around the sand dunes, believing for an instant we were half our age. We snapped pictures from every conceivable angle. Our son had some fun photo-shopping a few of them. Great job Mik and what a wonderful surprise in my inbox this morning.