Sometimes life interferes with my plans to polish off a travelogue. When things slow down and I realize that the tail end is still missing to that particular weekend's story, I feel bothered. Better late than never, I hope.
Our final adventure was a stop to the incredibly remote location of Goblin Valley. One minute you're driving in the middle of nowhere, enjoying the view of complete nothingness when suddenly BAM!!!
You stumble upon this amazing scene of crazy!
Embracing the morning chill, we stepped out to begin our self guided exploration. The kids wasted no time in acquainting themselves with the goblins.
(36 weeks pregnant)
How I wish I could have scaled the back of that formation and put my head between the rocks as it would be a fair representation of how I currently feel.
When posing with the kids, you can rely on them to supply the cute factor. Asking them to pose for another picture isn't always well received. However, when you throw cousins and Nana Marie into the mix, they are usually quicker to comply.
"I'm so happy here!" And as happy as the hours spent in Southern Utah were, it was time for us to hit the road and return home.
It was a great way to end our little get-away. The drive home, I suppose, is an adventure itself; especially if it includes Lottie finding a rogue piece of ice on the floor of a fast food restaurant and casually popping it into her mouth before all of the eyewitnesses can scream,
But those kind of adventures are scary and best kept to yourself! I expect that my next 'vacation' will be at the maternity ward of a hospital, so until that excitement hits, I return the blog to our days of normalcy at home.