At first, I was visually disappointed. Yeah, yeah, big dune; fewer sinuous curves and more grassy sprouts. I’d
rather visit Panamint Dunes or even Mesquite. But Vaughn and I walked out a
ways in the wintry morning light and there it was - the appeal of Kelso
Dunes.
It’s the grass. All twists and arches and ribbons. What fun!
It’s the grass. All twists and arches and ribbons. What fun!
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