Though White Sands was one of the main destinations on our itinerary, we almost didn't stop. We'd just come over the Sacramento Mountains where we were alternately fighting rain and snow flurries, and it seemed more storms were heading in our direction from the west—something guaranteed to spoil any photographic hopes we'd had. But not knowing when we'd be this way again, at the last minute we said fuck it, and—deciding to risk the whims of the weather—made the turnoff to the National Park.
I'm so glad we did. Of all the times we've visited White Sands, this time I think we got some of the best pictures ever.
Just as I'd done with Anderson when he was new, I wanted some glamor shots of Rabbit in the sands…even though—much like his daddy—he's no longer new at all.
The picnic enclosures in the park always reminded me of the sand ships from the 1980 production of Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles (starring Rock Hudson, no less)—even though I know in actuality they look nothing like them.
And that's all folks! We overnighted in Deming, stopped in Tucson for lunch, and were back home by mid-afternoon! Total miles traveled on our little adventure: 1445.
The overcast weather made for lots of beautiful photos.
White Sands is always dramatic, especially against the dark skies. Nice photos.