A funny thing happened when Ed and I went on our morning walk, my knee kept getting sorer and stiffer. It got worse as we were hanging out after the walk. It took me a while to figure out that I had an attack of gout. While we were walking, I thought my knee was just getting tired, but, by the time we got to the sand dunes, I could barely bend it enough to get in and out of Ed’s truck. So, what I had thought would be an afternoon of frolic in the dunes, turned out to be an afternoon of dragging my leg around near the truck. Still, the dunes were at their best in the fading light and I did get a couple of shots.