When is a beach, not a beach?
When it’s a sand dune, not made of sand, in the middle of a desert.
Think I’ve gone crazy? Well, I could have…if I’d stayed in El Paso one more day. Luckily, I didn’t have to test that theory. Tucson, here we come….
Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down, until tomorrow I'll just keep moving on… (Littlest Hobo)
When is a beach, not a beach?
When it’s a sand dune, not made of sand, in the middle of a desert.
Think I’ve gone crazy? Well, I could have…if I’d stayed in El Paso one more day. Luckily, I didn’t have to test that theory. Tucson, here we come….
If you’ve ever wondered what a sunset view of the mountains in Big Bend looks like, well, here it is.
It is as we are packing and tidying the bus ready for the off the following day that Loops announces he has a visit to take us on. I tell you, I am quite happy to drop my bottle of 409 and paper towels where I stand and pootle off to do something far more interesting than worry about dusting the bus.
We hop in The Beast and exactly 5 minutes later we hop out again. Our brief journey has taken us to another location on the Fort Sam Houston base – to the US Army Medical Museum.