Utah

We came to Scofield for a ranch project in the mountains above town and ended up staying a month, tucked into a cool, quiet corner of central Utah that most travelers never find.

A storm turned Tom's Best Road into a sinkhole within minutes of arriving, and the week that followed became one of our favorite southern Utah stays, quiet camp nights split between Tropic and Bryce Canyon City.

A packed-campground scramble turned into our favorite kind of surprise: a quiet creekside boondocking spot in Virgin, twenty minutes from Zion, that gave our son room to settle and gave us three unhurried weeks in the park.

We picked Hurricane for a new RV resort with a water park built in. Sand Hollow and Grandpa's Pond delivered, but a resort that busy taught us something important about what our son actually needs.

We landed in St. George out of necessity more than adventure, and 3.5 months later it had quietly become the winter basecamp that helped us find our footing, our rhythm, and the courage for what came next.