From the writers at The Boston Globe.
The bearded dude with the acoustic guitar led a full-throated rendition of “She’ll be Coming ‘Round the Mountain,” and it seemed his tipsy, tin-eared group intended to serenade the rest of the campground all night.
I’m pretty sure drunken amateur folksongs are the house music in Hell, but on this night we had a way out of the campground, and into one of the most special campsites in the National Park system.
If only the weather would allow it.
My wife, Jennifer, and I had obtained a permit from a park ranger to pitch our tent pretty much wherever we wanted in the 30 square miles of massive sand dunes that give this bizarre park its name.
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