Utah and Colorado
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 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. 
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