We decided to go ahead and drive to Moab, but before we got there we 
changed our destination to Fruita.
We camped further out than we have yet. We arrived at a dirt road (a trailhead parking area) and Greg explored on his bike to find a spot for the trailer. He came back and we S L O W L Y pulled the trailer up a rugged dirt road to the most beautiful spot yet. The trail was out our front door and on the other side was a cliff that dropped into a canyon and no words can describe the view. The other side was just as pretty. We stayed Tuesday and Wednesday night. There was a bathroom?
a ways up the road at a viewpoint also indescribable and the trail from there headed to our 
site and past along the ridgeline (not too close to the ridge) following the other side of the canyon. Otto and Louis rode about 11 miles with Greg one of the days. Henry rode with Greg a little later and I rode maybe 5 the next 
day. The flowers are beginning to bloom. There are tiny little pink flowers that cover the ground when the sun first becomes bright and when it begins to get hot they close, like morning glories. 
When we left the area there we many people camped closer to the road we came in on, but we only saw one group of riders the days we were there. We left in the afternoon and went just a few miles down the road to exit #2 in Colorado. 
We pulled into a large parking lot at another trailhead and we stayed another couple of nights. It was fairly late in the afternoon when we pulled in, but we saw a lot of cows. They roam freely in the area and would even walk throu
gh the parking lot. The next morning Greg and Otto went out to explore some trails and came upon a large herd crossing the road. They rode through them, but I’m sure neither of them will forget the experience. Otto decided to head back after about 5 miles, they had passed us during that time and he was within sight when he turned back. Greg rode on and found a good 10 mile ride he had been looking to do. He came back and rested before going out again and riding an awesome 20 mile trail. You can find out more about those on his MTB site. The kids and I did school work, I cleaned and organized (it will never get done). On the other side of the parking lot was a cliff of boulders and dirt, not too steep, not too high. The kids had the best time climbing it (Olivia was unhappy to be too little). From the top you could see a fair distance in all directions and the kids found lizards, rabbits, a bird skeleton and saw cows fighting. On Saturday the parking lot filled with people, mostly motorcycles and ATVs and they were loud. Greg was taking a rest day from his 30 miles the day before and there must have been a lot of traffic on the trails. We had as much of the noise as we could take by the afternoon and left. 
We thought we would go to another parking lot at another trailhead, but we were going to dump the tanks in Fruita first. We went ahead and checked out the state park campground, also in Fruita, just to see if they might have a space for us, and they did. We got a site with full hook-ups and are sooooo enjoying the electricity and water, the showers and Laundromat. It is like reaching civilization after a journey into the wilderness. We even went out to dinner last night. Fruita is a great place, we would be happy to stay here a while.
We camped at the parking lot of the rodeo arena at Estrella Mountain Regional Park near Phoenix Arizona, two nights for $5 and the last free thanks to the kind park host. (Click on the above picture and we are this side of the arena, there are other trailers parked with hook-ups on the far side.) We didn’t have any hook-ups, but we were right outside the clean bathrooms. The trails were on the other side of the parking lot. We did see a lot of traffic during the day, but nothing intrusive and the view was beautiful, 
as has been the norm. I was a little over confident and went exploring the trails with Louis before Greg checked them out; it won’t happen again. We did see some beautiful views, but mostly walked the bikes up and down… loose rocks and cactus, I crashed twice. One evening we rode our bikes to the playground as the wind began to blow. It blew harder and harder and we took some pictures of the sand blowing through the trees behind us. When it headed our way, we headed back to the trailer. We intended to then stay at Sedona, our book said there was free camping, but it has been reassigned. 
We had to take a smaller two lane highway to the area and the construction started at least 5 miles before town. We turned and went the mile up the road to where the camping was suppose to be, but it is a small pay-to-park lot at a trailhead now. We took some pictures, it is an amazing place of red and purple rock walls rising above the contrasting green, though sparse, trees and bushes. We got back into the construction and had to continue the narrow roads through a deep canyon and out the other side. We arrived near Flagstaff and wider, faster freeway just in time to see the snow falling. We decided not to stay, but continue on toward Boulder City, our next destination. The most direct route was across Hoover Dam, but as we neared the junction we saw signs and heard traffic reports that stated we would not be allowed to cross with the trailer. That meant a longer route and we were getting really tired of driving. The kids are great and rarely complain, but pulling the trailer is stressful and we had been up and down a lot of hills. Thankfully, as we pulled into Nevada and got onto the road heading to our destination we spotted a gas station with some RV’s parking for the night. We joined them, ate a quick dinner and went to bed.
We got on the road in record time the next morning and quickly made our way, only about 60 miles, to Boulder City. We were planning to stay at a campground just past, but Greg wanted to go and check out Bootleg Canyon first. We saw signs directing us as we came into town and drove straight there. It turned to a gravel road soon and up a hill we couldn’t see past. Greg turned the trailer around thinking it would be unwise to continue with it, but a man walking a dog came up to us and said that we would make it fine and directed us to a sizeable parking lot. We then walked to a beautifully set up area with covered tables, BBQ’s, map and clean bathrooms with showers. 
We were impressed. A young lady came up with her dog, emptying garbage cans and told us a little about the difficulty of some of the trails and let us know that we could stay in that parking lot for a few days 
without any difficulty. It was a great stay. Greg and Otto did a huge amount of riding. Louis and I both took a crash. Henry did some riding that pushed his limits, but he met the challenge and did well. It was, again, a beautiful spot to camp.
Sunday morning we began another drive to St. George, Utah. It wasn’t far and we stopped at Quail Creek State Park Campground. It rests between a tall rock cliff painted with the natural colors you see here in Utah and a small lake with Hurricane Cliffs and Zion National Park in the distance. We can only stay a couple of nights and we are not sure where we will be this next weekend. Finding a free place, hopefully, all the campgrounds seem to be full for Easter. We can’t seem to bring ourselves to make reservations anywhere. We are anxious to get to Moab and know where we will be for two whole weeks, with a Laundromat. Things have gone amazingly well and it is obvious how God is directing us to the right places at the right times. We will continue to trust in Him. 
We decided to go ahead and drive to Moab, but before we got there we 
changed our destination to Fruita.
We camped further out than we have yet. We arrived at a dirt road (a trailhead parking area) and Greg explored on his bike to find a spot for the trailer. He came back and we S L O W L Y pulled the trailer up a rugged dirt road to the most beautiful spot yet. The trail was out our front door and on the other side was a cliff that dropped into a canyon and no words can describe the view. The other side was just as pretty. We stayed Tuesday and Wednesday night. There was a bathroom?
site and past along the ridgeline (not too close to the ridge) following the other side of the canyon. Otto and Louis rode about 11 miles with Greg one of the days. Henry rode with Greg a little later and I rode maybe 5 the next 
day. The flowers are beginning to bloom. There are tiny little pink flowers that cover the ground when the sun first becomes bright and when it begins to get hot they close, like morning glories. 
We pulled into a large parking lot at another trailhead and we stayed another couple of nights. It was fairly late in the afternoon when we pulled in, but we saw a lot of cows. They roam freely in the area and would even walk throu
gh the parking lot. The next morning Greg and Otto went out to explore some trails and came upon a large herd crossing the road. They rode through them, but I’m sure neither of them will forget the experience. Otto decided to head back after about 5 miles, they had passed us during that time and he was within sight when he turned back. Greg rode on and found a good 10 mile ride he had been looking to do. He came back and rested before going out again and riding an awesome 20 mile trail. You can find out more about those on his MTB site. The kids and I did school work, I cleaned and organized (it will never get done). On the other side of the parking lot was a cliff of boulders and dirt, not too steep, not too high. The kids had the best time climbing it (Olivia was unhappy to be too little). From the top you could see a fair distance in all directions and the kids found lizards, rabbits, a bird skeleton and saw cows fighting. On Saturday the parking lot filled with people, mostly motorcycles and ATVs and they were loud. Greg was taking a rest day from his 30 miles the day before and there must have been a lot of traffic on the trails. We had as much of the noise as we could take by the afternoon and left. 
