Stephen clark

45+ years ago my buggy was stuck in the small dunes. Being a Monday we were the last in our group at the dunes so my dad had no wheels to come look for me. After spending most of the day trying to get un stuck in a vw with a 40hp that looked like a jeep in 90+ temperature I gave up and started walking to the mine shack. I knew there was a little water there in a tiny spring. My dad walked up to the plateau looking for me when a buggy came by asking if he needed help. He told the guy I was missing so off they went looking for me. Being about 16 and over 90 degrees out I decided to go duning with no shirt or shoes, something I would regret walking to the mine shack. I found the water to nasty to drink but great to wash my face and cool down a bit. I finished walking to the shack (had a roof on it back then) and looked out the window at the small dunes. It wasn't long before I could see a buggy in the dunes. They drove right by my buggy but didn't see it, they then decided to check the mine shack and found me looking at them from the window. It was my dad, we went and pulled our buggy out with this guys sandrail and back to camp where I drank anything and everything I could find. My dad sold the jeep looking buggy and the next trip to Dumont we had a real sandrail with an 1835 engine. At 16 it was a true Rocket Ship and the huge drag slicks would take me to the Top of dumont with a little planning.