I confide in wolves at night

Well, I made it back from the desert.  It was kind of nice to be out of cell phone service, with no internet or email access for four days, I'm not going to lie.  The only problem with that whole situation was that five friends were supposed to meet us on Friday afternoon, but they never showed up, and we didn't know what happened to them until Sunday afternoon.  Were we worried?  A little.  Was there anything we could do about it?  Not really.  

We spent most of the day on Friday just hiking around the hoodoos of Goblin Valley.  Not a bad way to spend some time if I do say so myself.  

We also just hiked straight out into the desert from our campsite, and saw some other cool views.  

The next day we hiked Little Wildhorse Canyon.  Despite what these pictures show, the place was PACKED with people.  Like, enough that I might not ever go back.  Oh, who am I kidding. Of course I'll go back.  I'll just try to do it on a weekday to avoid the crowds.  Instead, we ended up running whenever we could to put some distance between us and the other people.  That gave me a chance to beat a girl who was described to me by my friend as "the fastest girl I know" in several foot races.  It must suck for her to have to relinquish that title.  It sucks for me that I was sprinting in sandals and ended up ripping a blister off the side of one of my toes and getting a bunch of sand in it.  That made for a rather painful mile and a half walk to complete the hike.  The next morning my two toes were glued together with pus, so that was kind of gross too, but I got over it.  I think.  It doesn't look infected yet anyway.  Check back to see if I get gangrene.  

We caught a few species of lizards, and a pretty good sized bull snake.  We're biologist dorks, remember?  We find that sort of thing entertaining.  I have pictures, but am too lazy to post those right now.

I also saw about five different shooting stars while we were there, and even though I made wishes on all five, I didn't see any boobs all weekend, so I'm going to go ahead and call b.s. on whoever said wishes can come true.

I'll have some more stories to tell over the next few days, so you can look forward to that (or not).  It was a much needed distraction for me.  I'm glad I went.  I can't say that I'm glad to be back.  I wish I could've stayed for another week.