Nothing can truly prepare you for the thrilling, sand-spraying ride through the sand dunes. Everyone in the car hangs on to the roll bars for dear life, praying the driver is not new to his job. Oddly though, fear (amplified by visions of the car flipping) manifests itself in constant giggles by everyone in the car. At one point my friend Jenny and I heard some unsecured metal tools rattling around directly behind our seat. Jenny astutely pointed out that we’d be impaled if the car rolled. Somehow this prompted more laughing. I guess there’s nothing left to do but laugh when you have zero control over a fun but frightening situation.
Once we stopped and got out of the car to admire the beautiful desert, the raucous atmosphere was immediately replaced with a sense of serenity. Sometimes it’s liberating to feel so small.
Here are some pics from our adventure. I know it looks like we were alone out there, but for much of the outing we were part of a caravan of about 30 SUVs.