On my way out of Goblin Valley I came across this antelope. He was just standing there panting heavily. I suspect that he, like me, was looking for some cooler weather. That, or he had just survived a close encounter with a vehicle. Either way, I was on my way to higher, and cooler, ground--the heat was killing me. I think my brain was roasted. By nightfall I would be over 150 miles farther north, up a couple thousand feet in altitude--and cooling my feet in Moon Lake.