When we drove to Colorado a buncha years ago, we drove by this sign that said Goblin Valley. Maybe this was in Utah. It was somewhere hot. But how do you pass up a place called Goblin Valley? We totally went there. It was this giant desert covered with blobby little red rock formations that looked like little goblins. Possibly disapointing in that no actual goblins, but I do believe it was one of the groovier places we discovered on that trip in the scenic nature genre. It must have been 6 zillion degrees, but the dogs just went nuts in there. Tearing around the goblins in the heat.

I think Ruby was a newish friend for Timmy. Seems weird we only had 2 dogs, and before that just Timmy.

Black dogs driving across the desert in the summer. We spent a lot of time looking for shade in places where there wasn’t a lot of it. It’s just what you do when you have black dogs.