One of the best parts about our weekend in the desert were the huge sand dunes (as long as we weren’t driving over them) and sandboarding. They had some sleds too, but the real fun was in strapping on a snowboard and hitting the sandy slopes.
I love Calvin’s twitchy dance at the beginning — he was trying to swat away a fly . . .
The worst part was the trek back up the long hill, slipping and sliding the entire way. For each step up the slope, we slid back about 1/2 a step. Between the heat and the steep incline, it was a great workout. I only managed three runs before I had to quit and head to the pool. Too bad the Bedouins didn’t have tow ropes!
Calvin and Carter were both professionals by the end. The sand was really soft so the only pain in crashing was getting the powdery fine grit out of your mouth, nose, and ears.
At the base of the dune looking up at Carter.
getting locked in
Ready. Set. Go!
I had a great video of one of Carter’s perfect runs, except it turned out that I didn’t. I thought I hit “record,” but I missed the button and only started recording after he finished. I don’t think you want to see the video I actually took of the sand and my foot. Here’s a different one that includes a pretty good wipeout.
And what was Camille doing? Our very sandy beach bunny was cheering us on at the bottom of the hill (and eating a tiny bit of sand.)