But then, after you’ve reveled in the gorgeous view and the general incompetence of your physical health, the fun part starts. That’s when you get to sprint down the side of the dune as fast as you can, yelling your lungs out and praying you don’t hit a firm patch of sand and faceplant. I was surprised by the amount of sheer exhilaration that can be gained from a mound of sand. It could have been the effects of physical exhaustion, but I’ll take what I can get.Few times before have I experienced such unadulterated joy. No room is left for thoughts or worries, just keeping your feet under you and careening down the face in 10-meter bounds.
UPDATE: Ach! I just used meters without even realizing it!