Jory, Sarah, Dad & I broke our fifteen plus year drought of visiting Goblin Valley last weekend. It looked different that we remembered, but still full of ghosty looking goblins & slot canyons, too. Tom, Marion, Mindy, Roger, Brian Mellenthin and many of their neighbors were there also.
Jory climbed into a very, very narrow sliver of a crack in the rocks, inching his way deeper and deeper about forty feet. No one else dared try it. We worried he would get stuck; but fortunately it opened up wider until he was able to climb vertical about 15 feet to a small opening above the rocks. How grateful we were he made it out & the emergency rescue teams could save their energy for another idiot.
The wind blew non-stop for 48 hours, making it necessary to place 30 pound boulders at each inside corner of our tents. The pup tent Jory & Sarah brought , stood 36 inches high and 60 inches square. It required they sleep in the fetal position all night. Their Pilot was much roomier Saturday evening.
Little Wild Horse Canyon was our five mile hike of choice, with beautiful rock formations, slot canyons & a cool shady out of the wind location. Most of the 100 member group went in the morning. We took 11am naps & tried an afternoon bring up the rear blitz. It worked wonders on our ‘What a Beautiful World We Live In’ attitudes.
Next time you’re in Southern Utah, go to Goblin Valley & Little Wild Horse Canyon.
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