Never expected this. Camping tonight, accidentally, at a campground especially for ‘sand’ jockeys. This was a surprising introduction to an American sub-culture I had no idea existed. Some of these dune buggies cost $35,000+ (but used ones- probably for sale after their previous owner broke his back– can be had for just a couple thousand).
Got into a conversation with these two guys. When I admitted I’d never been on a ride, they insisted I try it. In my younger years I would have relished it. This time, I hesitated, but said yes– for art’s sake.
The amazing location is St. Anthony’s Sand Dunes Nat Park in St. Anthony, ID. It has about 11,000 acres with some dunes rising 400 feet at 80+ degree angles. The folks have souped up dune buggies, noisy as hell. Reminds me of Saudi Arabia– but in the middle of Idaho? There are drivers in their 60s and pre-teens, running up and down the hills like demons. Harley riders and NASCAR drivers frequent the place. You have to love the sound of screaming internal combustion engines to handle the place. Ends at 10 pm thank god. Some carry buggies for kids and adults– 4 in a huge trailer pulled by their huge RV.
I didn’t expect to sleep much, but it had been a long day to the middle of nowhere, but I had no idea. It was one of the most insane, scariest thing’s I’d ever done. No video or photo will capture it.
I think I was the highlight of these two fellows trip. As I screamed like a little girl with a spider in her hair, while holding on for dear life, sure I’d only get out of there in an ambulance, they laughed so hard they could have pissed themselves. Was happy to make their day, I think. I’m not in a rush to do it again, but appreciated their friendliness and generosity. While I was still shaking after the ride, they assured me mine was a baby ride, and I should try the big boy’s ride next. Maybe later.
Welcome to the USA!!