Colorado

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In June 2014, my family and I took a trip to Great Sand Dunes National Park, in Colorado’s San Luis Valley, where the tallest sand dunes in North America pile up against the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. It was windy out on the sand. Down the road in Mosca, we stopped at Colorado Gators, an alligator farm kept warm by geothermal water in the middle of the high desert, which is about the last thing you expect to find there.
Photos from Colorado
3 My sisters standing on flat, windblown sand below forested mountains, one with a purple bandana tied over the face and sunglasses, the other holding back blowing hair, with my Dad in a wheelchair and a wide-brimmed hat in the foreground.
My sisters and my Dad on a windy afternoon on the sand below the dunes.
A hand-painted yellow sign on a wire fence reading “Beware pickpockets & loose gators, Colorado Gators,” in a patch of dry brush and gravel.
A warning at Colorado Gators, an alligator farm in Mosca.
My Dad smiling in glasses, a gray T-shirt, and jeans, leaning on a wooden walking stick in a field of tall golden grass, with piñon pines and hazy mountain ridges behind.
My Dad the next morning, in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.
