Monahans Sandhills State Park

It isn't far from Big Bend out and north to Marathon but there is nothing to see.  The mountains look like one big construction site with rubble piled everywhere.  Marathon to Fort Stockton, same scenery.

In Fort Stockton, we did laundry, washed the dust off the van, gassed up and headed for Monahans Sandhills State Park.  What an unusual park.  The entire area is sand. 

 Over every dune you expect to see a beach but there isn't any water anywhere.  In fact, they haven't had rain for 300 straight days.  They rent sand disks here for tobagganing down the dunes.  It seems we've traded dust for sand.  It is everywhere.  The wind has picked up overnight and the sand is blowing.  There are sand drifts across the road much like we see snow drifting. Al says he can write his name in sand, just like he can in snow. 

We heard coyotes howling again last night. Spooky. 

Texas was great.  We're off to New Mexico and the Carlsbad Caverns.