When I returned to the room, Sharon said that the storm front had wreaked havoc on the Salt Lake City area. We hoped Dayle from Fodorís and a distant cousin from that area were OK. It looked pretty nasty. Lots of folks were without power. Some even reported seeing a funnel cloud. After coffee and showers we hit the store for sandwiches and another six pack of some tasty IPA. We drove to the park and stopped at the VC to check on the road. The scenic drive would remain closed until noon when the silt from the flash flood would be cleared away.
We drove over to the little cabin that was the Fruita School. I like the way the sky and cliffs reflect in the windows. I find the old log cabins very enticing. They arenít the type of structure that would survive long in the climate where we live. This cabin wouldíve rotted into the ground long ago back home in upstate New York. Just when we were getting ready to leave, a ranger pulled in.