Okay, not really. But it's easy to feel like you're on another planet in a place like this. Just off to the left of the pic below, you'll find -
- Delicate Arch, the "unofficial symbol of Utah." I was there on the day of the solar eclipse, so you can imagine we had the best seat in the house.
It's hard to describe the sense of ancient-ness you get at Arches National Park. These formations were here loooong before I was, and they'll be here long after I'm gone. It really drives home how (literally) small we are, just a blip on the radar in the grand scheme of Time. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.
You have to drive past these ladies on your way into the park. They call them the Three Gossips. You guys, I swear they're talking about me . . .
Well he-llo there, Captain Carter!
Actually, these were the only John Carters I found on my trip, in a little book store in Moab - which is almost as good as the real thing, I guess, bibliophile that I am. But still, a girl can dream, right?
We scrambled through some narrow places in Little Wild Horse Canyon. That's my aunt Holly up ahead, making her blog debut. If we had John Carter's powers, we could just jump out. But that wouldn't have been as much fun.
I like to call this the Multiple Personality Rock. From here, it's Iron Man.
But from the other side, it's a Stormtrooper. Or maybe He Who Must Not Be Named. (I'm open to suggestions.)
Doesn't this look like a spaceship landing platform?
There's something eerie about the hoodoo formations in Goblin Valley, almost like they're watching you. I think these guys were talking about me too.
Even so, this trip was just what I needed. I think I'll have to go back every year.
Happy Memorial Day, everybody! You've seen some of my summer fun, now I want to hear about yours. What are your plans for summer? Travel? Writing? Discuss.