Have you ever seen the fog rolling in in the Empty Quarter?

Have you ever jumped over a fairly high fence, landed on soft, cold, red desert sand and decided to have a walkabout at 2.30 in the morning?

Have you ever wanted to make sand angels and end up with sand e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e? I mean, everywhere?

Have you ever thought, walking back away from the open desert, that the sand shifts and creates deep wells that make it hard to walk without falling on your hands and feet and thought that wa sit, you were going to get buried in the desert and die out there?

Nope? Me neither. Don’t know what I was talking about in the first place.