As I am planning my trip, one of the first places that comes to my mind is to visit Goblin Valley State Park (you might be thinking what does Goblin Valley State Park have anything to do with mushroom like rock formations? Well, let me answer that for you. They look like mushrooms.
First of all, it was difficult to find the entrance to this State Park. I missed the entrance because of the lack of signs and was forced to make a u-turn. I turned right when I reached the intersection because I came from the left side. As soon as I made the right turn, tada, it all of a sudden seemed like the entrance was glowing. Okay, I think I was exaggerating a bit too much. It was not glowing, but I felt a rush to make it to the viewpoint to see the rocks that looked like mushrooms.
After finishing my usual routine (which included going inside the visitor’s center to get a map of the park, buy a few postcards and look at any other necessary things), I started my adventure.
My definition of adventure included taking pictures, hiking and climbing.
As I got out of my 4 door rental car (Dodge Charger, as I mentioned in the earlier post), all those mushroom look-alikes were staring at me. Some had eyes, scary.
I quickly made my way down the “beaten” trail because I spotted a lot of good rocks to climb.
Climbing was my “thing”.
I tend to get injured a lot (it makes me wonder, do I have travel insurance?) When there is climbing involved, that was when the real injuries show up. Bruises, cuts, you name it, I had. Except for broken bones (I broke my shoulder in the beginning of the year (Jan 3, 2013) because of a snowboarding injury though).
Oops, sorry for the off topic.
Once I got down to the floor level, I started snapping away. Honestly, I was amazed. I had never seen such cool rock formations before. After the picture part, I started scouting for which rock to climb. Obviously I looked for the taller and harder ones. Challenging myself was my favorite thing to do because the reward was always better and that feeling of succeeding was one of those feelings that I still couldn’t put words to (one day it will come).
I had absolutely no fear in climbing those rocks. I trusted the rock to be strong and stable and wouldn’t tip over.
Yes, I trusted the rock.
(Side story: A few days after my visit, 3 male scout leaders visited this park and one of them actually pushed one down while the other filmed him.)
So after that story, do you think it was still safe?
When I looked back at the pictures of the rocks that I had climbed at this park, I was and am actually worried. Especially the ones that were already tilted (like the Leaning Tower of Pisa). I sent my mom the picture and I captioned it as “Look what I did today. Don’t worry, I’m not injured.”
But I’m pretty sure that caption didn’t help with her anxiety.
If I had another chance to climb those rocks, will I had done it again? What do you think?
The answer is… yes!
After all, when I am climbing, fear is out of the question.