We headed through the park and out the east entrance in search of a camp ground for the night.
A State park sign for Pink Sand Dunes pops up so we he head in that direction.
It was a hot day today and the sunset was ablaze to prove it.
We found a little overlook so we stopped. While listening to Louis Armstrong’s Louisiana style jazz we sat on big pink rocks, smoked cigarettes and watched the sky turn all shades of purple, pink, orange and yellow.
Naturally Mickael couldn’t help but go up to the highest point around for the view and I couldn’t help but dance around like a fool listening to sweet jazz that reminds me of my fav American city, New Orleans.
There’s no way to describe it. It was a movie moment. We have had so many of these lately.
The end of the road lead to a sweet camp ground with great private showers. Wow 3 consecutive showers in 3 days. I’m starting to feel spoiled.