Odometer: 1,760 miles. Today: 78 miles.
As we headed westward, down from the Rockies, we welcomed the flatter, straighter roads. The mountains reminded us of the Badlands, looking like they were being washed away. The road sign in Montrose pointed south to Ouray, but we headed north toward Grand Junction. Just before entering the city, we peeled off eastward along a farm road toward Palisades. The verdant Colorado River valley was the thriving home of continuous fruit farms and wineries, with peaches an overriding theme.
“Our” peach farm, Mt Lincoln Peach Farm, was a small family farm that we found on Harvest Hosts. They truly were “harvest hosts.” A couple ran the farm with a one or two helpers. Peach season had come early this year, opening 2-3 weeks early for July 4th, and we arrived at the height of the season. Our tastebuds could not have been happier! While they offer a “U-Pic” (PYO= pick-your-own in English 😎), they had some real beauties in their store, and it was very hot outside! Janet confirmed that they were freestone and was very happy. We were allowed to pick one for our afternoon snack, and it was so good!
Once it had cooled off, we walked up to the irrigation canal that flowed above the farm, providing essential water for the crops, and great views for us! Colorful and silhouetted mountains surrounded the green valley.
It was such fun staying amongst the peaches, stepping out to their gentle aroma in the morning!
Colorado peaches could challenge Georgia‘s. We could spend a whole trip going from farm to farm like this, but our next stop is a couple of nights deep in the wilderness for a very different type of adventure!
The Adventures of the Cajunlimeys 
I feel some peach cobbler in your future!!
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Well… We need to visit the store before we leave to get some frozen peach-cobbler-mix for Bailey, and we might have room in our freezer for ourselves! We needed to make lots of room in our fridge to fit peaches and stop them ripening any more.
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