Hiking through sand is a devilish thing. Your heels sink down with every step and soon your ankles are moaning from the extended and unrelenting angle of uphill motion. An hour feels like an eternity. An eternity of wondering if anyone ever thought to do this in snowshoes or skis. An eternity of appreciation for how hot white sand can become when it’s actually somewhat sheltered.
That’s the hike to the Hammerstone Sandblow.
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