Many moons ago, I drove down to Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado with a few friends for a weekend full of the the idiot things 20 year olds do when they think they’re in the desert. We got in after the sun had set and after an hour or two of repeatedly getting my Mercury Mountaineer stuck on the sand road en route to our campsite, we found our way and drank red wine until we couldn’t hear our sick friend, John, snoring from the tent he had setup for himself.
We woke up early the next morning to a caravan of cars leaving the campsites to get to the dunes. It had rained during the night and the streams we crossed going in were now rivers. I decided to take a different route through the water than the rest of my fellow campers and, by the time I got to the other side, my car was dead. Everyone that came within fifty feet of us during the next four or five hours had their own idea as to how to fix the problem, but when the sun started going down and my car hadn’t moved, it was time to call a tow truck. The truck took us out of the campsite road (remember: made of sand, not pavement) and took the car for repair in Alamosa, CO. We never even got to the dunes.
A park ranger picked us up at the park around 8pm after the car had been towed and drove us to a motel in Alamosa. He spent the whole car ride trying to convince us to buy his wife’s Ford Aerostar so we could drive back to Boulder. We declined his offer and stayed in a motel while stuffing our faces with Little Caeser’s pizza. We took a greyhound back to Boulder the next morning.
Two weeks later, when my car was ready to get back in the world, I finished up watching Diane Lane’s naked body in Unfaithful and, at midnight, started the 4(?) hour drive back to Alamosa with my roommate, who had been with me two weeks previous. The sun was coming up as we started to make the drive back and we decided that it’d be crazy to drive all that way to not see the dunes twice, so we drove into the park, hiked up into the dunes a little ways, watched the sun come up and then quietly drove back to Boulder.
I hate Great Sand Dunes National Park.