Valley of the Gods was amazing. Our very first *boondocking (dry camping) experience. We basically owned the valley and had the entire universe to ourselves. We could see buttes named Sitting Hen, Battleship and Seven Sailors from our spot. From a distance, we could see the famous Monument Valley.
Then came night. It was unnerving. When our first night came, I told the boys I'd be going outside to take photos of Milky Way and that it'd be safe, unlike Goblin Valley. I went out and as soon as I did, darkness enveloped me. I skedaddled back into Mer faster than a cheetah with the chill of fear racing down my spine. I went in and slammed the door in a haste, my boys looked at me and were puzzled.
"It's too cold." (it wasn't)
I went to my bedroom and saw that all of my curtains were not drawn, I suddenly felt like all the spirits, energies and animals were staring at me. Hair rose at the back of my neck, I quickly closed all those thin fabrics curtains and all was right again. I felt safer. Really.
Eitan knew how much I wanted to take night shots, especially after that epic fail at Goblin Valley. He asked me if we could bundle up in warm clothes and that he wanted to join me this time. I told him, "honestly, I am scared, it's too dark." He went through our drawers and picked up the sharpest knife and said, "here, I'll watch your back."
This particular photo reminds me so much of Bill Bryson's "A Walk in the Woods." There was a part where he heard a bear rummaging through their stuff right next to their tent. He was so terrified and the only thing that made him feel SO safe was his nail clippers.
The end result of photoshooting in the middle of nowhere? We felt safer.
Besides the ridiculous fear of the dark, it was amazing.
We spent our 3 days there doing nothing. We played outside, we hiked a bit, we slept, we played games, we watched a movie and we hung out. The boys even got to play with the camera, learned how to use Lightroom for editing and made movies.
I'll let the photos show you what our days looked like.
we ended our last night enjoying the campfire, smores and the sunset. I have to confess tho, as soon as it got dark, the chicken shit in me emerged and we went straight into Mer, with curtains drawn.
*boondock means rv camping without any hookups, no water, no electricity or sewage- which usually means docking on federal land, aka: BLM (Bureau Land of Management)
just a mother who fled from society's constraints and is super excited to wake up to the outdoors, remain braless daily and teach her boys the art of boredom and discovery.