In an effort to take it a bit easier today, Greg and I headed down Route 24 to hike the Grand Wash Trail, a flat and fairly short hike through a dry stream bed and canyon.
The views along Route 24 were beautiful in the early morning sunlight.
The hike itself didn’t get off to the best start.
As Greg was trying to descend a slight slope into the stream bed, he slipped on the sand, fell, and ripped open his hand on a piece of wire.
So we headed back to the car to patch him up before continuing on.
The trail was delightful, though.
Petroglyph Panels
After our hike, we headed down Route 24 to an area where Native Americans had carved petroglyphs into the rock walls.
There was another tourist there who had an incredible ability to spot the petroglyphs, despite how small and faded they were. If not for him, I suspect I would have missed seeing about 80% of them.
Fruita Schoolhouse
Next, we drove a short distance to the Fruita Schoolhouse. Unfortunately, it was locked, so we were only able to get photos from the outside and looking through the windows.
This is where the small Mormon community of 10 families that lived in Fruita schooled their children and held community events.
After stopping by the schoolhouse, Greg and I headed back to the campground, where we enjoyed a very relaxing afternoon and evening doing absolutely nothing. (Well, except for grilling beef tenderloin for dinner. Yum!)
Meanderings & Mind Munchies 