My second evening in Great Sand Dunes National Park played out much better despite the wind not backing down. I left a couple hours before sunset to make the climb up high dune (about 650 feet high). This time, I brought my trekking poles and wore sandals, taking a different route along the peaks of lower dunes got me up here an hour or so before sunset. Once I got over the crest of the high dune, the wind became even more relentless. I pulled over two hooded jackets and covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief. With my sunglasses and gloves, the only skin exposed was the parts of my feet not covered by my sandals. And that didn't matter all that much since the wind burried my feet in sand anyway. All of this might sound a little extreme just to get a shot like this, but that sand beating my body was really quite demoralizing. I tried to convey in this shot how swift the wind really was. It was pretty awesome shooting scenes like this below the Sangre De Cristo Mountains watching the ripples in the sand change every few seconds with the wind. One of the most memorable sunsets from my 10,000 mile road trip into the West.