By Harriet
Fawcett
Goblin
Valley
August 28,
2015
Arriving at
Goblin Valley, I felt as though I had been transported into a mythical land or
a set off Doctor Who. As the sun started to set and the moon rose the few
people that weren’t part of our group dispersed leaving only 13 of us at the
mercy of the Goblins after dark. Once I had explored the surrounding area I sat
for a while watching the moon come up. The Goblins created a mood around the
valley, one where no one had much to say but with the occasional glance over to
one another we all knew we were content with what we were seeing. The moon was mesmerizing, giving what looked
like a spotlight to each individual goblin. Once the sun went down like any
typical folktale, I felt like it was time for the Goblins to come alive and
they were just waiting for the human presence to leave which was are queue to
head back to camp.
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