A Gas in the Dunes

The thing is, the desert is like a giant sandlot without boundaries and that’s why people play in it. They have to. It beckons them, reawakens that childhood yearning, the one that knows joy is so very, very important. And the endless, gritty waves of the Imperial Sand Dunes practically beg for someone to romp through them. So they come by the thousands from all over the world to tiny Glamis, at the southeastern corner of California. They camp out, barbecue, but mostly, romp in buggies and ATVs. It’s a place for families; a beach party without the water, so the sand doesn’t stick. You can just dust yourself off, and get right back to riding the waves.