To experience the magic that is Fruita, the family headed to the desert for a night.
This guy practiced his "Desert Rat" role.
The kids hung out while Mom went on a mountain bike ride.
Babies make superb hood ornaments.
Hazel thinks that desert attire means a nightgown.
Hazel aptly celebrates Daddy's bike race with a snow shovel.
Tygh did what babies do best: Napped.
"That's a ferocious wind storm out there," says Hazel. "Is Daddy done racing yet?"
Yep. Still racing.
Desert children don't need no stinking shoes.
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