I stretched my legs and watched for a few minutes before continuing on toward Tottori. There is no expressway directly to Tottori city. There is a newer road that is like a free expressway but I didn't bother to get on it even though it was free. Sometime around noon I made it to the sand dunes.
In typical fashion I found a much quieter spot to put my car so I could walk back along the beach. The booming crowds of Golden Week weren't going to mix well with my blood despite my mental preparation. In later days I just accepted the fact.
I love guide maps and Japan does them very well.
The Tottori sand dunes are the largest in Japan. I'm not sure where else sand dunes are though.
Tourism, tourism, tourism, TOURISM. This might be my Achilles heel when it comes to traveling. As much as I want to travel and see things, I don't really want to see anyone all that much. Yet, I think about how lonely the countryside seems sometimes and I want contact. Meaningful contact that lasts.
We all are that person at heart, aren't we?
I made sure to walk far away from everyone else that day. I love how sand dunes put me an entirely different realm for a temporary period of time. Maybe I shouldn't over think the whole camel bit.
I'm very nostalgic for sand dunes. Sufjan Stevens did that to me more than any vacation ever did though.
If only I had a sled.
I wanted to hug that dog and throw a frisbee.
And to think hardly anyone walked out this far for the view. Shame.
Watching these older people playing with their planes was quite relaxing to me.
My shoes were full of sand.
Sand boarding. I waited for someone to fall but it never happened. I'm evil.
It's good to know plastic will always be there for us.
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