Day 9: Fruita

Trixie and her Mum at the schoolhouse outside of Fruita.

Trixie and her Mum at the schoolhouse outside of Fruita.

We drive onwards, pausing near a place where a natural bridge can be viewed, and find another hazard blocking the path to it – literally. The trail is closed because a huge boulder fell off the cliff far above, into the middle of the trail, and the rangers are worried about further rock falls injuring tourists. Despite the silent eternal aura of this area, you can tell it is an active landscape with fresh rock falls along the side of the road.

We stop at the petite one-room schoolhouse, and Mum gets out to inspect it. Trixie comes too, and immediately spies a lizard to chase. The lizard gets away, and after taking photos of the school, and the rock falls behind it, Trixie and Pops returned to the car and await Mum to finish admiring the tiny schoolhouse.

This area is a ghost town called Fruita, because the climate was ideal for growing fruit trees – long abandoned orchards stand in fields of long grass, silently bearing fruit for vanished residents – the last one left in 1968. If the season were right, we could go pick some – if we had the time.

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