This week’s adventures took us once again to Goblin Valley, one of my very favorite places. I’m still holding out for when I can take Jeanne and Xela one of these times. But until then, we donned our rock shoes, forgetting our sunscreen and hats, and headed for the goblins. It truly is a natural wonder, this place. Every time I go there I am envious of the man who just accidentally stumbled upon this valley, discovering it for the rest of us to enjoy.
Per Wikipedia, Goblin Valley’s “eminent feature is its thousands of hoodoos and hoodoo rocks, which are formations of mushroom-shaped rock pinnacles, some as high as several meters. The distinct shape of these rocks comes from an erosion-resistant layer of rock atop softer sandstone.”
That’s right. You heard it here. Hoodoos. I know I will have reached nirvana when I can do my voodoo amongst these quirky hoodoos. They are truly amazing.
After we traipsed around in the very windy, hot weather for a bit, we headed up to the campground and did a bbq.
The next time I go to Goblin Valley, I’m going to try and time it with a rainstorm. There is clear evidence of the water rivulets throughout the hoodoos. I’d like to see this water in action.
Happy Father’s Day, Jeff!