When we got to our spot, we found we had a camp host.
There were also a few cotton tails hopping around camp.
Jack was in charge of grilling supper that night!
And we had a beautiful view from the campground.
That evening after the winds had died down some, we headed to one of the fishing ponds to see if any might bite the line.
When we walked back over to the camper…someone was inside waiting for us!
Fruita was a neat little town with dinosaurs and bikes everywhere.