A vast, delicious dune sea just over an hour from my house, this place is a redneck's heaven.
There is ample space for 4 wheel drive activities, riding of all kinds of motorized beasts, animalistic beasts, kite flying, hole digging, campfire burning, and much much more.
On an average weekend, you are likely to see many a mullet flying behind a streaking fast japanese motor vehicle of some kind.
I've been a frequent patron of this place since I was 10 years old, when my family went there on a trip to dig holes in the sand. As a Boy Scout we used to go ride machines there often- this was before scouts were forbidden from doing anything fun. Come to think about it, some of the crap we did there on those outings certainly contributed to the banning of such activities.
Anyway, I went for a ride. Bought a pass into the park so I could climb some sand. I've recently done some work to my trusty steed, and I was in the mood to give it a test. It climbed and ran better than it ever had before. Seriously. I was doing stuff in 3rd gear that used to require 2nd and sometimes 1st gear. Vrooooom.
I saw this funny thing: someone had swiped a speed limit sign from the road and posted it at the bottom of Sand Mountain. Hahaha. People reach speeds upward of 70mph climbing that hill. Most people go faster than 25 down the hill. Haha.
After an hour of that, I went outside of the park to find my friends who were camping somewhere on the other side of the fence.
Found their camp and the trusty guard dog: Max the Puggle.
That's all.
Oh yeah- there was a kite. Or two.
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