Deke Turns 100
Approaching the Great Husky We crossed the great sand dunes like intrepid explorers. The bitter December wind howled across the mountains, blowing sand in our eyes, so we hunched forward, climbing ever further into the strange desert. We strained our eyes into the fading light, seeing only more dunes as far as we could see. Atop a knife-edge ridge, we settled down to gaze at the dying sun. It was Christmas Eve. Our guide perched on the sands, golden fur gleaming, wind rippling the waves of sand and fluff as he gazed balefully at us. Sam approached like a pilgrim finally finding a teacher. He sat in silence, majestically surveying the great desert. Our footsteps slowly blew away the way we had come. As Sam sat beside the stonelike husky, he slowly turned his head and she buried her face in his fur. It was heartwarming and stoic at the same time. I snapped a dozen pictures with my old camera. We were traipsing through the Great Sand Dunes of southern Colorado. The Sangre de Cristo Mo