emphasize the point, the sandy areas were interlaced with salt pans of dazzling but
deadly glaring white. A true “dead zone.” But awe-inspiring nonetheless.
The black ridges, aretes, and crag testified to the ancient pedigree of this desert
like dinosaur bones emerging from the antediluvian sands. Even the gravelly sands
here lacked the brilliant reds of the desert dune area; these sands were light ochres
or even grayish smears below the plane’s wingtips.
Surprisingly, there was a kind of beauty to be seen in the sand patterns
where it appeared that water had flowed at some time in the past. These sand
patterns looked like the prominent veins in leaves or lightning forks in the sky.
When had these patterns been created was an unanswered question.
Another wonderful phenomenon came into view as our young pilot, Waldemar, took us
out to the coastline at Cape Cross. As we flew above the blue green Atlantic and
looked back at the shore, there were granite boulders lining the water’s edge and
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