26 June 2010
Goblin Valley, etc.
We stopped at Goblin Valley this weekend. On the way there, we almost got a ticket but were graciously released with a warning. In reference to the warning, I will just say that honesty is the best policy. If an officer asks "Do you know how fast you were going," and you do, you should always tell the truth. The officer knows EXACTLY how fast you were going, and he appreciates honesty.
Our friends Kevin & Lori fed us magnificent Chinese food. They manage the Whispering Sands Motel in Hanksville—centrally located near many national and state parks such as Goblin Valley, Capitol Reef, a few hours to Lake Powell, Scenic highway 12, etc. Go there. You won't regret it. Also, you can view this awesome gas station which is actually just a door affixed to a hole inside a red dirt hill.
While at the valley of the Goblins, we enjoyed viewing all the different Goblin body parts, such as, well I'll leave this one to your imagination.
This one below was definitely a nose, catching a delicate ray of sunset light. Aren't noses lovely in the sunset? Don't answer that.
And this next picture is not of actual goblins. That is me, trying to get a shot of both of us, while Alex is too busy working on a time lapse to trouble himself with making a happy face for the love of his life, his wife of five years and 364 days.
We stopped to view some petroglyphs and noticed this little lizzard.
And these pretty cliffs.
And a whole bunch of other stuff, like a random alienish butte. (Or is it a mesa?)
We drove a very large loop, hitting Richfield on the way and Bryce Canyon on the way back. We discovered that although we have now been married for six lovely years, we have not, in fact, run out of things to talk about.