This is an image from five years ago this October. I was climbing one of the dunes in the Great Sand Dunes National Park (you didn’t know there were sand dunes in Colorado, did you? They are in the valley of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and they are spectacular).
We got to the top, caught our breath, looked around and then rolled and rolled down. Sometimes the speed of our decline was such that it was painful as we hit the sand, but mostly it was bliss, without compare. Spring makes me feel like I am traveling up and up and waiting for that exhilarating thrill of rolling down those sand dunes.