Roadtrip SW USA...of Goblins and Castles
When planning our South West USA Roadtrip from Oz...our plans were simple.
Fly into St George, Utah as its near Zion, hire a car and drive to stay with Home & Away in Colorado.
On the way we would wing it, see what we can...with only two musts...The Wave (which we didn't know was in Arizona)...and Goblin Valley State Park in Utah ('cause we like the name)...no real idea how to get there.
That was the plan.
As we avoided the LHT to Goblin from Mexican Hat...flew instead with the ravens over Canyonlands and Arches...we were as usual short of time.
But where there is a will there is a way.
And knowing the Durango with Denise driving could really fly...we hit the road...heading into Tolkien country...and Tubular Bells
North from Moab up Highway 163/191 then West along Interstate 70 through Green River and then south on Highway 24.
The scenery immediately more enchanting with the Raphael Desert on our left and Raphael Reef on our right.
And the further we travel the colder it gets.
There's a sign to
Goblin Valley State Park on our right...past Temple Mountain...snow drifts splashed across the road...few miles then a road to our left...that's south again isn't it?
Can't help feeling this place is not often visited...no other vehicles within coo-ee...or at all that we come across for that matter.
A massive rock sentinel...must be a Goblin's castle...more and more snow spinning from our wheels...getting pretty excited.
A Parks Ticket Office...there's actually someone in there...$8 to the Ranger...a map...and we are in there.
Just us and these insane rock creatures...little red goblins here and there...in clusters...peering at us from their hollows in the deep snow.
As if eyes following us climbing the hill in tight grey curls through snowy tumbling locks.
And then I am gone...leaving Denise to play with her iphone...venturing through snowdrifts...traversing gullies...straight ahead...I think that means I'm now travelling north.
But I wasn't blindly blustering...no way...the closer I get the more my heart is pounding.
It looks like a camel...with the Three Wise Men...am I heading towards another spiritual experience?
I have the feeling they are watching me...or maybe preparing a welcome for this elven visitor...and then I arrive at their
Three giant goblins on a rectangular rock stand...red rock smiles surveying me.
So we chatted...as you do...when its just you...in pristine white stillness...saying how do you do.
I'm conscious I'm spending too long out here...time to join my dance partner...doing her own slow waltz in the snow over there.
We get to the top of the hill and its like a short runway to public loos and a shelter...white mountains in the distance ahead...yellow mountains to our right...the Goblin's castle behind...and hundreds of little rock goblins in a gully sheltered by cliffs to our left.
The snow is thick and delicate...fresh powder untouched...the air crystal and clear...vibrantly cold.
But we were dressed for the occasion.
A track leads down into a valley...Denise heading down...me dawdling as I survey...this is unreal...chuckling to myself as I also make my way.
Another cluster of goblins on a rock stand.
The hundreds of goblins to the side just standing there...some with snow hats...others bare.
Goblin was to be our farewell to Utah...and no better place we both agree.
So to farewell Utah properly we climb a slope...for the sunset to
And like the rest of the south-west it opens its arms and invites enthrall.
But what's that sweet sound lilting on the wispy evening wind?
Ever so faintly...that ting-a-ling?
Ever so gentle...'tis the goblins sing.
Relax & Enjoy,
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