By CB Bryan
Goblin Valley
August 28, 2015
Change in camping scenery resulted in a two day stay at
Goblin Valley State Park – not planned. Campground provided running water,
which meant shower treats and real toilets.
After early dinner we drove into the goblin valley –
enormously insane area of land filled with hoodoos and voodoos of all
sorts. Rocks piled on rocks – - so
precarious!
Favorite hoodoo of all was this anonymous French kite flyer.
Saw his contraption from a distance – which looked unexpected in the valley of
orange muted rocks. The contraption, a kite became apparent as we hiked down
and forward towards the small flying crew.
This anonymous French kite flyer folds up his works in
delicate/specific ways to travel over the world searching for the best weather
conditions. The wide-open spaces of the
southwest would be ideal, are ideal – if only the wind carried a slight breeze.
Now -- I dream of kite making and glitter, winds scattered amongst
these red southwest sands. The juxtaposition of the reflecting material and the
surrounding rocks sticks in my head even now, after the fact/after leaving the
area. What is it about this land – which I see as a mirror and which often
holds such mystery in the most open of places – that stays so strongly in my
mind?
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