This weekend I went to Goblin Valley, for those who don't know, it is a crazy amazing place 3.5 hours from where we live now. I can't explain it so I won't try. Here are several shots to attempt to capture the beauty of it:
It really is like a bunch of little rock goblins. Speaking of little goblins...
Then my phone died. So I didn't capture the loveliest of all, my new amor for the outdoors that I discovered in a slot canyon. Little Wild Horse Trail. So I have to borrow some pictures from other sources, pretend like the kid in this picture is one of the young women in my ward or one of my own wee ones:
Or...
Prior to this trip, when people would say "let's go on a hike" I would think things like uphill, stickers in my socks, plant identification, and being really thirsty. But this kind of hiking, this kind of adventurous climbing and moving your way through small openings in rocks, now that... that is what I call a hike!
So fun, and I hope to repeat it several times over. I am already trying to scope out a time when I can do it again. Here is one more picture just for you to imagine it. We saw several groups doing things like this so we could go under their legs to pass. Again, don't know these people, but you can imagine that is the kind of group we might have seen. If I get some actual photos, I will replace these.
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