The last thing I remember is updating this blog and my Portfolio and the next thing I knew, they both crashed. Oh technology. I apologize for being M.I.A. for about a month but I am back now and excited to finally share my weekend filled with sand, loud motors and bright lights a few weeks back.
Sand Mountain, is not just a thing, but a place.
Katherine and her family invited me to come along on an annual trip to a place right outside of Fallon, Nevada, in which resides a giant mountain covered in sand, hence, Sand Mountain.
I drove in a day after they had all been there. The road was long and windy and the sun was gone – I still had cell service with darkness surrounding me. Out in the distance I spotted some lights that looked like a small town. “That must be it”, I sleepily grunted to myself. About 6 (or so) miles later, I pulled onto a dirt road and the LSD hit… Just kidding. But, if you can imagine a cross between the movies, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Mad Max, that is what was going on.
Driving through hoards of giant RV’s with flashing neon lights and the rumbling sound of ATV’s going up this sandy mountain in the darkness of night made me feel like I was on a different planet. My cell service was now gone and I was on the hunt for the Verseman family. After two failed phone calls using strangers cell phones, I headed back up the road to civilization to find some service.
The rest of the weekend was great, I got comfortable with the crazy scene and learned to drive ATV’s. I flipped the RZR which was partly terrifying as Kat and I were dangling from our seat belts, but hilarious once everyone was okay.
It was Halloween weekend and our group theme was Zombies, so we dressed like zombies and walked around as such, with a drink in one hand and candy in the other.
The weekend was great and now I really, really, want a motorcycle.