Goblin Valley State Park
This year's Spring Break was the easiest yet. On Sunday, Will talked Grandpa into flying up to Utah for a few days. He took kids to the grocery store, the jewelry repair and to D.I. to look for old waffle irons and alarm clocks. He introduced them to James Bond and took us all out to burgers. And Grandpa got to visit his relatives and tour the Provo Tabernacle.
Then on Thursday when Rob's classes were over and the weather was better, everybody (and I do mean everybody) rearranged their schedules so that we could take a trip down south. Our friends and neighbors the H's and the B's came with us, heading first to Goblin Valley State Park. By the time we'd arrived at the park we'd had one speeding ticket, two stops for car sickness, one stop to clean up car sickness, flurries of snow, and it wasn't looking like such a great plan.
I was just excited to have my parka.
Breathing deeply for a moment while we could see all 10 kids. Ten kids?! What were we thinking?
Joss and Noah exploring. Joss was kind of freaked out by the crumbly earth and mostly wanted to hold a hand.
Rob the hoodoo guru
Will moonwalking
These three wanted to explore on their own
Leah and Joss in a hidey hole
The only thing that Joss wanted more than terra firma was to be with Papa. He's still the most famous person in Joss's universe.
Leah in a lunar landscape
A favorite hoodoo. Thankfully Goblin Valley was much warmer below and the kids had a wonderful time scrambling over rocks and hiding in nooks. We'll definitely have to come back.
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