Wander In The Desert: White Sands, National Monument, New Mexico

Wander In The Desert.

Waking up in White Sands, National Monument, New Mexico.

The beauty of traveling is that you never know what you are going to find. There is always the element of surprise and discovery, of wonder and amazement. Like that of a child’s adventures  – and his adventures like that of a child – dreamy, pointless, uninhibited.

I first set my eyes on this wonderland in 2017 when I set out on my first cross country trip from sunny California to the city of dreams, New York.  I had just made a wild decision to travel full time – but this is only half true.  The other ‘bigger’ half – I was homeless (still am), living in my car without a clear destination (also true presently). But that is another story.

There weren’t many on my list of places I wanted to visit.  There was New York and the East Coast. Sure! Joshua Tree? Why not. Grand Canyon? Probably. Stop in Colorado for some recreational weed? Definitely! Dunder Mifflin office? Sounds fun. And then there is White Sands National Monument. Absolutely.

Wander in the Desert 2

But the road is full of surprises, and as I would find out have plans of its own.  Twice I crossed New Mexico but every time I get close something comes along the way, missing my mark every single time.

I chalked it all up to bad luck tied to unpreparedness.

So when I was up for another long trip, this time to Houston, I didn’t want to make the same mistakes.  This time, I thought, I’d make sure I’d be wandering on many great journeys in the desert, build a fortress, defend it from intruders and busk in the glory under the moonlit and starry skies. Or maybe just sleep in my tent and read a book. Who knows. I just can’t miss it this time, so I told myself.

I made a plan.

Well, I take that back – I don’t make plans. At least not that kind of ‘plan’ning per se, but more like a guide, though not less sincere.

I headed East with the park in mind to shower in all its glory, of surprise and disappointment. But first I need to get there. Sure.

And then the road happens. Like always. As it should. What was I thinking?

Filthy

Bisbee, AZ

It was supposed to be a quick detour before heading to White Sands National Monument.

On impulse, I traveled down south towards the border – a town I wasn’t supposed to be in. A place I didn’t know existed until just a day prior. I was at a rest area somewhere in Phoenix when I read an article on a local paper about an old mining town.  But not just an old mining town, I tell you.

A world of its own.

There was something about the aura of this old town.  The colorful people, like characters out of magic even, it was hard not to notice. I felt part of me belonged there, but I couldn’t quite tell what it was.

I was only there for a couple of hours but I was captivated nonetheless and didn’t want to leave just yet. Which of course would have been alright if I wasn’t dead broke.

The place is full of shops, galleries, and other artisan stuff. A mix of the old and new.

In the quick time I was there I met Poe, artist, gallery owner, half of the duo of SamPoe Gallery. Poe is an incredible artist and an amazing person. He was kind enough to share his views, routines and even explained some of the thoughts behind his works. I am blown by his creativity and dedication to his craft, such a treat to talk to.

Poe introduced me to a fellow artist/musician and maker of things, John. John was on his way to lunch when he passed by Poe’s gallery. He has a studio on the corner that had an array of various stringed instruments in all shapes and sizes. He also made all of them. What’s more incredible is that these creations can be played, (meaning, despite its weird shapes and sizes it can be tuned, and stay in-tune) though I didn’t get the chance to try.  The studio was closed when Poe and I went, and I could only imagine. Just like Poe’s studio it was filled with interesting things and objects, I could stay there and ogle, and play, and talk.

Poe mentioned an event that’ll have live music that evening and invited me to it.

Chatting with these unbelievably creative individuals got me excited in a way I felt a sense of belonging – like I was a part of the circle, an artist, or something. In other words, I was starstruck.Bisbee Crying

Now, I had to choose. Party or isolation?

I barely managed to summon enough courage to leave Bisbee and promised to be back someday.

It was past 2pm when I left Bisbee, AZ, and headed to Las Cruces, New Mexico – some 243 miles – where I planned to stay for the night.

Las Animas

Driving so close to the border aroused an eerie feeling.  This imaginary line emanated a strong tension of fear and curiosity.  Continually dividing and this delicate war of primal emotions was making me uneasy.

Las Cruces, New Mexico

I arrived in Las Cruces, New Mexico, before 9pm. I had been on the road for 7 hours and on my third State of the trip. The city is situated 46 miles north of the Mexican border and 48 miles northwest of El Paso, Texas. It is the second largest city in the state and the largest in southern New Mexico.

I parked at a rest area that sat on top of a hill overlooking a magnificent view of the city.

I relaxed knowing my destination is only an hour away, but that is not until tomorrow.

Burning Cruces

I got out of the car to a light drizzle and watched a spectacular view of the city.  Sat on top of a ledge at one of the picnic areas and  marveled at the red and bright yellow lights that shimmered from the busy streets.

The following day I was up early before dawn and prepared breakfast. The air dropped to a biting low 30’s and moved in and out of the car to warm up. The sun took its time to show up and I wasn’t in a hurry.Morning Cruces

It was one of those moments where you can forget about everything else, even for a brief time, and be fine with just the way it is.  What else could be better than watching a newborn day, I murmured silently.

Overlooking a panoramic view of the land, I watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon casting its early soft rays from a warm glow to bright yellow blanketing the city to a peaceful sleep.

There is hope in the newborn day.  Comfort in the cold and early silent morning.

Toast With An Imaginary Friend

Not long I was back on the road and drove north, marveled at the vast expanse of barren lands and jagged mountain rocks like they are from a different planet.  I realized how little I know about America, let alone another planet.

White Sands Visitor Center

I made it to the visitor center by 9 am shortly after passing my second border patrol inspection.

The park is completely surrounded by military installations. Both the Holloman Air Force Base and White Sands Missile Range (largest US military installation) regularly conduct missile tests in the area rendering the park off limits during these periods. (Be sure to check for park closures)

After getting a camping permit, I took a gander at the exhibits and presentations on the adjacent room from the front desk. I was particularly amazed at the process of how long it took for the sand dunes to become what they are now – some million years. Interestingly, human footprints were found here from the last ice age, some 11700 years ago, believed to be hunting ground sloths.

Caution Water

Filled my water bottles and an emergency gallon on a fountain station outside the visitor center – the last water source before entering the park.

The attending park ranger was feeling generous when I passed the entrance and let me in for free. My second park this trip where I got in free. Thank you, rangers!White Sands Loop

On the way inside, the landscape changed from brown and green to white. The drive then switches to an unpaved road towards the heart of the dune fields. A sea of tiny crystals that have been broken down to sugary white grains by weathering and erosion. Crystals mostly of Gypsum mineral, used as fertilizer, building materials, plaster etc.

This  ocean of white sand is some 275 sq miles of sand dune waves on the edge of the Chihuahuan desert.

The atmosphere and landscape have now turned to white with blue ridges to the far ends of the horizon. Now everywhere I looked seemed not of this world.Empty White Sands

There are plenty of activity areas along 8-mile Dunes Drive loop.  At that time, there weren’t many visitors and the few were scattered all throughout the loop in designated areas for hiking, sightseeing, camping, sand sledding, picnic etc.Cruisin White Sand

While preparing my gears at the backcountry parking lot, I met a couple of backpackers who’d camped out the night before. One of the hikers told me it could get down below zero during the night when I asked how the weather was. I wasn’t sure if he meant Fahrenheit or Celsius but it didn’t matter – I put on 4 layers of clothing and 2 sleeping bags. Overkill? I’ve learned my lesson.

The campsites are only 2 miles away from the parking lot and I wasn’t worried about weight in my pack.

Cooking White Sands

Entering the trailhead on the backcountry trail, from afar, were some couples and families with kids hiking, sledding on the dunes.  Alone on the trail, the voices start to disappear until all there is left is silence.

I could feel my perspective constantly being questioned as I got deeper into the dunes.  A sense of proportion in relation to the world somehow was disoriented – that might and majesty only a desert could command, intoxicating at first but but leaves you humbled.

Gearing Up For White Sands

By noon I had been frolicking in the desert for more than an hour, hiking on sand dunes, climbing giant heaps of sugary sand and sliding down the other end.

I dropped my sunglasses on my way to Bisbee and have not prepared for the intense blinding light of the sun and its reflection from the sand. There are a few desert plants but there is no shade, nowhere to hide from the sun. There are trail markers scattered a few dozen yards, reminding you of the dangers of the desert, With almost virtually nothing but sand, it is not hard to get lost out here – and without water supply,  it can get fatal.Camped White Sands

I pitched my tent at campsite #9 early afternoon then wandered around aimlessly and took photos of this inexplicable beauty.

I thought about what it must have been like out here when the first atomic bomb was tested just 90 miles away. I thought about the signs posted about potential loose missiles in the area. After all, the park is in the middle of missile testing facilities that regularly conducts missile testings.

Camp setup

The vastness of the desert becomes alive, so overwhelming I shrink into a spec. Sand that had been a witness of the passing of time, millions upon millions of years long before I was born and long after I die. I grabbed a handful and whispered, “Hello friend” as if that mattered. As if to say I am alive. As if I am a witness too. “I am here”, I said.

Hikers over camp

Out here, I could talk and do things to my heart’s content –  a soldier, an explorer, pirate, nomad, treasure hunter, lost soul, time traveler, seeker, vagabond, transient – I am all of it. I am also nothing.

I wandered in awe of the sheer beauty and grandeur of the desert. I was both a part of and maker of a world –  cast and director. Like that of a child’s play.  Like it had always been.

Camp Lamp

Isolation and reverie

Being alone in the stillness of night, I remembered why I came here. There is a reward should you choose to take on the unconventional path – tranquility.

Peace.

Blue Camp White Sands

The desert forces upon a sense of proportion of how tiny you are in relation to the world – solitude in the vastness of the open skies and the indifference of the land.  Here, you are only what you feel you are worth, nothing more, nothing less.

Traveling gives the opportunity to be childlike, again, genuinely curious and immersed in total wonderment.

Night Sands