The Bruneau sand dune is the largest moving sand dune in North America, or maybe the world, I can’t remember which. I understand it is quite an attraction in this part of the country, but the twisted path leading to the dune, and the public parking at its base were quiet and empty that night.
Kane ignored the public parking and pulled up to the edge of the dune, kicked the stand down, and killed the Harley’s thunder. I was happy to be off the bike, to have control of my movement again. I was not comfortable being so far away from my own transportation, but I was willing to suffer the discomfort for this career making interview. I paced at the edge of the dune, stretching my legs and waiting for Kane to dismount his bike. He didn’t move right away. He sat, staring into the sky with h
