On our way out from Moab, we stopped at Utah State Park, Dead Horse Pt. Mike's brother, Dave, suggested we go there, and it was well worth the time. It was an amazing outlook. Legend has it a group of old cowboys coraled a heard of horsed out to this small, precarious point. Then they selected the horses they wanted, blocked the remaining horses out on this point (the narrow pass is only 30 yards wide, 2000 feet down), and left. The horses left behind died of thirst, starring down at the Colorado River, 2000 feet below. The girls both asked, "WHY WOULD COWBOYS DO THAT??!!" Jackson just remained silent...
We made our best time yet driving to Vail. It was so nice to get here, as it is a bit of home for me. Not only did Mike and I live in Colorado, but 17 (??) years ago, Heidi and I lived in Vail. It was close to dinner when we arrived. It feels like fall here, cool and crisp, my favorite weather. Sam said it smells like Christmas trees.
The only campground in town was closed for the season... so we ended up at the Vail Holiday Inn. I tried to convince the kids to sleep in a parking lot, but turns out Vail is not at all RV friendly!!
But we're happy, clean bed, bath tub and a little time with cartoons.