The only thing we knew about Fruita was that it was home to Mike The Headless Chicken and some good mountain biking. Probably more than most people know about Fruita. It turns out they have dinosaurs too. We were happily rolling along, so didn’t stop to camp at a recommended spot near mile marker 2.
Instead, we left Colorado and were into Utah. Due to the pot laws, we half-expected to see police blockades and mandatory vehicle searches at the border, but instead just a big sign.
Things are flattening out. And, it’s hot. Really hot.
Who’s idea was it to go to Utah in July?