We Are Not the Same, I am a Martian

Summer is calling my name softly each time a ray of sunshine warms my arms.

There are only twenty-four more class days.

Five more weeks until my teacher freedom begins again.

Weekends never count as we watch the clocks until summer break.

In honor of the adventure to come, I spent a little bit of time down in Goblin Valley, Utah exploring the extra-terrestrial terrain. It seems almost Martian, doesn’t it? Every where I looked was unearthly and bizarre. Red rock is not foreign to Utah, but these formations acquired such an odd appearance from years of weathering of the sandstone that they were breathetaking. These spherical towers are called hoodoos– the name only adding to the strangeness of the location. These pinnacles are an artwork of millions of years of erosion.

Now, if these rocks can wait this long to look so brilliant, I can definitely overcome a month of weathering until summer vacation!