The next day (after we visited arches), we headed about two hours west over to Goblin Valley State Park. I had seen some pictures of this place before and Jacob told me all about it—but to really understand how insanely cool this place is, you just have to go and see it for yourself. There's really nothing like it.
|pretty scenery on the drive to goblins|
|this place seriously looked like a strange alien planet|
|the rock behind jacob looks like a goblin face.|
|This place is basically like nature's playground. we were running and jumping and climbing all over the place.|
We did lots of exploring through all the strange monuments and formations. We even climbed up one of the tallest monuments and, feeling very much like the king and queen of the goblins, overlooked the entire valley. The scenery never ceased to amaze me.
After this trip, I was reminded of how much I like being a little "rugged" every once in awhile. climbing. playing. exploring. getting dirty. sleeping on the ground. omitting a shower. not wearing makeup. eating a simple makeshift lunch in the park. running till I am out of breath. "YAWPing" through the echoing canyons. drinking in complete silence. the wind in my hair. perhaps, a thorn in my shoe. clad in denim. and eventually very tired—in the best way.
I don't know if I will always be allowed to be this rugged, or if my body will always allow me to. But while I am young and healthy and somewhat fearless, I highly recommend it.