Monument Valley. Not so big. Stole some sand and played the song of death on my trusty Harmonica.
Artoo's Arroyo. Like walking into the pages of myth and legend. Ran around like an idiot in +50 degrees getting all the angles I'd memorized from childhood. By the end I had such a case of dust contamination my joints were almost frozen.
Insert Sandcrawler here.
The Dune Sea of Tatooine, in the flesh. Too bad I'd have to go to Yuma for any Sarlacc encounters. Nirvana all the same.
My counterpart counterdeparts. He was malfunctioning within a day, nearsighted little twerp.
