Mile 1551, Goblin Valley
Otherworldly.
A few miles up a curving, dusty red road, I parked the bike overlooking a maze of rounded sandstone pillars.
They call them goblins or hoodoos and as you walk them, your feet shift in the sand. There’s some vegetation but that only serves to highlight how barren everything else is. Copper green cliffs in the distance and big blue sky looming. You walk through the bowl of the valley between the sculpted rock mushrooms and know exactly why they are called goblins.
Go, Haley, Go! 