It wasn’t on my original itinerary, but it was right on my way back to Denver. The Colorado National Monument in Fruita, CO was just a short stop off of the highway, along Rimrock drive. While there are crazy trails down into the canyons, I had little time to do more than stop and look. I was on my way to Grand Junction for the night, which was a must, but because I didn’t know what I’d do there besides dinner and sleep, I figured another national park wouldn’t be a bad idea.
The drive was a nice loop, and the scenery was, once again, breathtaking.
The only minor disappointment I had was that people had told me I was going to see longhorn sheep. To my dismay, there weren’t any critters roaming around. As a University of Rhode Island alumna, I was just a teeeeeny bit excited to see a sheep in its natural habitat. We are the Rhode Island Rams, after all…but no dice.
As short a stopoff as it was, it was still another reminder of the beauty in the west. I felt a pang of sadness as I drove away, not only because my trip was almost over, but because of what I was going to be leaving behind when I returned east.