We drove down to Grand Junction today, on the last but one leg of our big round trip. The road from Rock Springs to Grand Junction is long, mostly straight (aside from the many hairpin bends around Douglas Pass) and passes through miles and miles and miles of open country. We hardly saw a car or a building all the way except for the odd town on the road. This is such a big country – you forget the sheer scale of it until a drive like this reminds you.  

We have driven through several States so far: Colorado, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming and now, we can Utah to our collection. John Denver and Glen Campbell kept us company along the way – “Take me home, country roads”.  


Take me home Country Roads.

We turned off at Vernal and visited the Dinosaur National Monument. We walked the fossil trail which is a short hike through desert country. There were fossils to see all along the trail, but it is hard to identify them if you are not exavtly sure what you are looking for. We walked the trail with a family whose son was convinced he could see bones everywhere. His Dad was less convinced – “your’e asking the guy who can’t even find the ketchup in the fridge to find a fossil?!” The indicative white arrows had been largely rubbed off, so that made things significantly more challenging. We definitely found one exhibit though – see photo! 

We got to the famous Dinosaur Wall eventually though. This is a huge wall of rock that has been protected by building the Visitor Centre over it.  

The dinosaurs here died from drought – they gathered around the river that ran through this land trying to drink the last drop, This is why there are so many fossils gathered in this one place – a dinosaur log jam! The scale of the wall is truly amazing – really hard to capture on a photo. 

Grand Junction is a nice place to stay – a foodie location. We found a great restaurant downtown – Bin 707. They specialise in local cheese and produce – yummy.  Our new beer tasting was the Dirty Hippy brewed locally in Palisade. It is deep and satisfying – a bit like Newcy Brown Ale, only served ice cold?! There was also a huge choice of whiskies – all too tempting. We are aiming to explore Pallsade a bit more tomorrow … After a good night’s sleep on that huge bank of feather pillows that is waiting for us – as John Denver would say – “and soft as a downy chick!”

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