The Sand Will Stay Forever

impromptu desert photoshoot in our matching souq pants

The sand will stay forever in my hair, my pores, the lining of my shoes. The desert is like nothing I have ever seen before. To someone from the Northeast of America, famous for snowy winters and chilly summers, it's one of the strangest feelings in the world to be standing in the middle of February with your feet firmly planted in vast amounts of hot sand. It's incredible.

I don't think anything about it was how I imagined - the sand was finer, the sky was clearer, the dunes were taller, the night was freezing cold - but it was absolutely perfect. There's something really special about sitting down in the sand, watching handfuls of it fall through your fingers as you reconcile yourself with the fact that this sand has been around forever. This sand has been around for thousands of years, and will continue to exist for thousands more - watching the Earth change and morph and capturing within itself the memories of ancient pasts.

The desert never looks the same twice. The breeze shifts the dunes around, the goats crop up the scraggly shrubbery, and every so often a group of excited girls comes along and takes a bottle or two of sand home with them to keep forever. It's magical to know that in that moment, the moment you are there are looking around, you are seeing your surroundings in a unique way, and that no one will ever see it exactly the same way ever again.

But I digress. This past weekend we went as a group to Wahiba sands to explore the desert. We visited the home of a nice Bedouin woman, rode camels up and down the dunes, did some dune-bashing, and on the trip home made some stops to swim. Our first stop was at a wadi - essentially a valley that floods with water. It's very similar to an oasis, except it's far more beautiful than anything elicited by the pop-culture references to such a landmark as a perfectly circular blob of water with a neat cluster of trees in the corner. 

Following the wadi we drove to a sinkhole - otherwise referred to as the "House of the Devil". Here we all went swimming and spent some time admiring the incredible rock formations rising from the water up to the rim. 

Overall it was an incredible trip that I can't possibly accurately describe in this post - but since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'm uploading lots of photos to my gallery in the hopes of expressing better how amazing the desert truly is.

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