At one campsite, Goblin Valley State Park, my husband
and I were packing up the tent for the next stage in the journey and
there on the ground, right under the tent was this scorpion. I have no
idea which one she/he might be as there seems to be quite a few species
out there in the desert world. She was about two inches in length and
very impressive. She scurried
off to low growing scrub and tried to
hide herself from prying eyes, but after too many repeated ( but very
gentle nudges) with a twig, she flipped over and played dead. It
worked, human attention span is limited and breakfast was more
compelling than a scorpion playin' possum. When we looked later, she
had gone. "Bah", she said, "tourists!"